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It was decades ago, when Scrooge was still on talking terms with Donald. The magnate of Scottish origin, who just made his first million, was walking along the street with his nephew, who just got his first job with a shipping crew. They stopped outside a tattoo parlor.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The elder duck asked. But Donald's mind was made up.
The two then entered the parlor. They sat down by a bench for those waiting their turn. Once it was his turn, he got up and walked over to a Latino duck tattoo artist. After choosing his design, the artist began his work.
But it didn't take long before something went wrong. Donald jumped up and screamed in pain, with blood and ink streaming out of a small wound on his upper left arm. He ran to the bathroom, shouting incoherently. "Hey hey hey, watch your language, sailor!" exclaimed another tattoo artist. It was ironic, for Donald was already a sailor.
Scrooge then walked over to the artist. "You know what he was saying?"
"Yes."
"And that was..."
"Yes."
"So all this time, he has been..."
"Yes."
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