Blood Gulch Arms - Monday

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The shop sign is still turned on open, but it would be difficult to actually get into the door. There are ducks gathered everywhere, outside on the street and inside the shop. O'Malley has taken to throwing stones at the armoured door. Every time it hits the surface and leaves a new dent, the bratty duck with teeth who is sitting on the counter flaps his wings and quacks loudly.

"Perhaps, my feathery allies, it is time to move the plan along." O'Malley suggests and laughs, maniacally like only a supervillian can do. The Duck Army quacks, like only duck armies can do.