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Chills ran through his spine.
"You get away from that egg, Quackity." Bad warned.
"Or what? Are you afraid?" He taunted, waving his axe around, twirling it dangerously close to the egg. Bad did not like this.
"You afraid that if I break it, you'll loose something important? A friend? A lover ?" The word bit him like a cold winter's air, or the stab of a knife to the chest.
"You know, Bad," Quackity began again, after Bad had took to standing in silence, biting his lounge to avoid angering Quackity further. "This egg, it's a bit stupid , don't you think?" Bad just stood, watching.
"I think I might just destroy it right here."
"You cannot break the egg." Bad shot, venom deeply ingrained into his voice. If it had been real venom, the room would have died seven times over.
"Oh, but I can. I tried blowing it up before, and that didn't work, but I have other plans this time." He pulled out a bucket. Water? Bad questioned Quackity's thought process.
Not any type of water. Prime water.
"Quackity-" Bad reached out a hand, to which the other just tipped the bucket closer. "Quackity, you don't want to do this!" Desperation was clear in Bad's voice.
Quackity looked from the egg, to Bad, and back to the egg, and back again. Bad followed his gaze to the egg.
Quackity hung his head.
"You're right. I don't want to do this." Quackity laughed, stepping towards Bad.
"How could I be such a fool? An idiot!" He stopped in front of Bad. "I don't want to do this," he looked up, meeting Bad's eyes.
"You should."
And he shoved the bucket into Bad's hands.