It was after-school sunny day, you were walking home. You heard some chirps behind a park fence, where you felt intimating, dark aura,

"Wait your turn please, one at a time,"

A deep, rough voice spoke, sending chills down your spine. It was Mars, the infamous gangster delinquent at your school who was known to do all sorts of villianous deeds,

"Come on, Sprinkles, I told you no,"

He chuckled lowly. He was feeding newly, adorable... ducklings?