Whatever possessed me the other day to reveal what Ralph calls me? (Quacks) I don't know.
So much for keeping my secret identity (although probably my webbed feet would give it away).
Ralph calls me quacks, because we like ducks around here. And bunnies. He quacks a lot, and twitches a lot, and one day he started to call me Quacks. And it stuck.
I think I'll leave additional explanations for another day and time.
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