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“I ate his heart! His heart is literally inside me!”
The crowd cheers as Quackity runs up to the podium, his mouth dripping with blood from, ready to give his funeral ‘speech’.
“THE MOTHER FUCKER’S DEAD! Can I get an ay ay?”
There is a chorus of ‘ay ay’s as Quackity walks back to his seat. He leans back in his chair, relaxed. Finally, the dictator, his tormentor, is gone.
“Ay ay,” he hears a deep, smug voice whisper in his ear.
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A story in which Quackity makes a deal with JSchlatt's ghost: possession for the Presidency.