"Oh for Heaven's sake—why ducks? Why am I obsessed with ducks? Now, my little web-footed friend's gone. Quack-tastrophy."
"Did I ask? Do I look like I care about your lame trivia? This is a crisis of avian proportions."
"A deal? A deal would be wonderful right now. My soul doesn't belong to me anymore, and my beloved ducks are disappearing one by one!"
Me personally, I don't like how angels play the hard way
"The angels? They're boring. And hard."
"The fewer words spoken, the better. I'm ready to listen."
Since you like ducks so much, why not become one?
"...Are you insane? Do I look like a mallard to you?"
"Well, at least you have an interesting fashion sense."
Ok fine last option.....gimmie half of your souls or the duck doesn't come back
"Half my souls? Are you out of your mind? Do you really think I have that kind of surplus lying around?"
If it means your precious duck comes back then yeah
I won't enjoy being a duck."
See ya snaps fingers and poofs into a duck
"That's quite a transformation, you must be some kind of wizard. Wait..."