Thursday, May 28, 2009

Monday, May 25, 2009

The Culprit

The Message

Dear Greg,

We've been at this for a long time, haven't we? I can't even remember the day that you didn't haunt my presence. Well, the duck (uh... I mean buck) stops here.

Because of your actions against me in the classroom, I have been forced to take military action. your territory has been invaded, as you are aware. I am truly sorry to do this, but it was my only option left.

Now, you may be aware of your immediate surroundings, but there is something you might have failed to notice. I, in desperation, have taken a hostage. You may say this is hasty, and without reason. At this point, reason escapes me.

I have the stool. This cannot be stopped, nor can it be ignored. You must take action. The time is ticking...

In my haste, I have left a few of my commanders stranded. For your stool, those commanders must be returned to me. You will know these valuable ducks by their strange behaviors and attributes. My Chief of Defense swears by waddling upside down. He says it promotes health. (I don't believe him.) My Secretary of State does something similar, except she just believes in walking backwards. Finally, our squad's head of Tech. Support will be marked by his lack of color. (He hasn't been out of the computer cave in a while.)

If you find these soldiers, and return them to The Crew, your stool will be returned to you. If not... I wouldn't think about it if I were you.

You have one day.

With respect,
THE DUCK

The Crew

The Effect