So – like – I’m hanging at the coffee shop, you know? And I’m totally chillin‘ with all my duck dudes, and we’re talking about maybe going down to the pond to watch the mallard triplets feed in the shallows, you know what I mean? So anyway, we’re just hangin’, and like this mob of humans shows up with their smart-whatever techie crap and they’re like – “DUCKS!” and they start getting’ all grabbie and stuff, and we’re all like, DUDE! WATCH THE FEATHERS! Except they can’t understand us because we’re ducks, and we start getting tossed around and getting our pictures taken, and we’re like, not even getting paid, you know? Then all of the sudden someone stuffs me in a purse, and I get like totally duck-napped! So now I’m in some kind of smelly plastic box, with some old used paper and a bunch of kid’s toys and a marble, and two pop tops from beer cans – I mean, what’s that all about? And I’m like, trapped, and I can’t breathe! So – if you’re reading this, how about finding me and getting me out of here, OK? We could be like – buds or something.