Duck Guy Is Love, Duck Guy is Life.
I was only 9 years old.
I loved Duck Guy so much, I watched all the DHMIS videos.
I pray to Duck Guy every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given.
Duck Guy is love I say, Duck Guy is life.
My dad overhears me and calls me a duck faggot.
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Duck Guy.
I called him a duck cunt.
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep.
I'm crying now, and my face hurts
I lay in bed and its really cold
A warmth is moving towards me
I feel something touch me.
It's Duck Guy.
I am so happy.
He whispers in my ear "Pesky bee"
He grabs me with his feathery duck wings and puts me on my hands and knees.
I'm ready
I spread my ass cheeks for Duck Guy
He penetrates my butthole.
It hurts so much but I do it for Duck Guy
I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
I push against his force
I want to please Duck Guy
He quacks a mighty quack as he fills my butt with his love
My dad walks in
Duck Guy looks him straight in the eye and says "Now we have finished the chicken picnic"
Duck Guy leaves through my window
Duck Guy is love, Duck Guy is life
(I'm sorry for being such a troll)