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“So, Big Q, what’s for dinner?” Wilbur had stretched out once settled in the passenger’s seat, boots kicked up onto the dashboard. Quackity slid into the driver’s seat and took out the keys from his pocket. After a moment, he patted the utility belt bag strapped around his thigh. Wilbur perked up immediately. He was kind of like a dog at times. A big, stinking, feral ass dog that ate his food and caused constant trouble. This was why Quackity was a cat person. “Ooh, I wonder what it could be. Maybe a can of beans? Or maybe a can of beans?”
Quackity reached inside the bag, purposely stretching out the time for dramatic effect. Wilbur had twisted around in his seat so he was facing Quackity, eyes shining from behind his cracked glasses.
“Wait, wait, wait! Lemme guess, is it…a can of beans?”
“What the fuck is with you and beans?” Quackity snickered.
When Quackity pulled his hand back out, he flipped the middle finger in Wilbur’s direction.
A zombie apocalypse fic in which Quackity is making peace with the past and Wilbur is his annoying zombie partner.