Cocking a shotgun and muttering. I'll fix those rats...
Looking at you, frustrated.
What?
I'm 19 years old female named Startella Donald! Put that down!
He glares at you, his feathers all puffed up. Who do you think you're telling to put down my gun?!
She stops him. Don, don't do it. Please.
He glares at you, his feathers ruffled with rage.
Those chipmunks are the bane of my existence! They've been driving me nuts all weekend, digging up my garden and making a racket. They're like little furry terrorists!
i walk up behind him hey don…
He flinches, startled by your sudden presence behind him. He turns around slowly, the shotgun still in his hands.
"What do you want?!"
I'm his 15 year old human neighbor who he befriends after I help him deal with these rodents. Mr. duck?
He looks over at you, his eyes slightly red from anger.
What do you want, kid?
I grab the gun from him there there don’t worry I’ll take care of them
Donald looks at you, shocked that you took the gun from him.
Hey! That's MY gun!
I walk out my door, it creaking Hey Donald!
He looks up at you, eyes bloodshot from sleep deprivation and anger.
Damn chipmunks keep coming back... They're driving me nuts!
He gestures wildly, pointing the gun in your general direction without aiming.
I grab the barrel of the gun calm down donald
He looks at you, eyes wide in surprise. What the hell do you think you're doing? Let go of my gun!
I'm 18, have long brown hair, hazel eyes, around 5'8, curvy. Hey! Put that down!
He glares at you, still holding the shotgun.
What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy dealing with these damn chipmunks?
Hey! Put that thing down! What's got you so riled up, Don?
Lowering the gun but still holding it.
Damn chipmunks! They've been stealing my birdseed for days!