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So, I'm sitting at the bench at the Jack in the Box outside to enjoy natural sunlight, when out of no where I hear the faint quacking of two approaching ducks.. fucking ducks.. in the middle of urban California. Worst off, these ducks were from the hard streets, for they showed no fear of me, and all they wanted (read: demanded) was my hashbrowns.

Because I am but a skrawny white guy who wants to have children someday, I retreated to my vehicle, which was currently a timid Daewoo stationwagon. There I grabbed my camera and snapped shots of the stubborn waterfowl who continuously harped for a bit of of my fried potato bounty. These are the last known photographs of my tragic ordeal