2 Plasma Duck was just chillin and playing some b-ball one day. When a couple of guys who were up to no good starting causing trouble in his neighborhood. He got in one little fight and put them in the hospital where he was then tried for high treason. Plasma Duck escaped the High security hospital with little more than a rubber band and a bent paper clip. He stole a car (a Ferrari of course) and proceeded to drive down the Autobond at blazing speeds. He soon found himself face to face with a drunk driver in the wrong lane. Plasma Duck shouted "Jesus take the wheel". As soon as the words were uttered, the car transformed into a fighter jet. He proceeded to fly the jet, Bomb the Russians, Fly into the sun, and Die. The end.

[b]0[/b]: because it doesn't exist, yet it can destroy the universe. It was a normal day for Billy the duck as he was swimming down the stream, looking for today's dinner. when suddenly, a violent storm appeared as if from nowhere. It turned the stream into a raging white river. He struggled with every last inch of effort he could muster. He had hit several rocks, logs, and other obstacles before he was able to get to the shore. Billy was nearly in shock, he could barely comprehend what had just happened. He had never appreciated the solid ground more than he did at that moment. The storm had already started to subside, but not before it could carry him... what? a mile down stream? more? Billy was hurting everywhere, and he was utterly exhausted. He lied there near the bank for what seemed like hours, but was more than likely just a few minutes. He had no idea where he was, or how he would ever make it home he began to feel that sinking possibility that he may never make it home, that he would die there, alone, forgotten... Then suddenly, he remembered his wife, his family, what they'd do with him gone, how they would feel if they lost him. It was at that moment where he vowed that he would put every last breath he had left into getting back to where he belongs. He began putting weight on his feet, a sharp pain shot through his left leg; he was certain at this point that it was either broken or otherwise severely injured. He dismissed any thoughts that came with it and did his best to ignore it. He was already standing up, tall and proud, feeling that nothing could keep him down. Not even something like a broken leg. "I'm coming back to you" He whispered to himself, as if someone could hear it. "One foot in front of the other!" he groaned. He began to roar through the pain as if he were storming into battle alongside a legion of comrades, it was at this moment when he knew he was capable of returning to his family, it was this moment when- *BOOM*............. Alas, a single pull of a trigger, a single bullet to the head, and Billy's great endeavor was ended, no warning, no fear, no pain. The hunter picked up billy's corpse and began to casually walk home, not thinking twice about the life he had just taken. The Moral: Duck makes a terrific dinner.

7, because i sold my soul to Bungie Ducks. Has changed. It's no longer about swimming in a pond , crossing a road with your ducklings or flying. They are a endless series of air raids shitting on my car. Ducks and it's computation of life has became a well oiled machine.Ducks has changed. ID tagged Duck use ID tagged feathers lay ID tagged eggs. Chemicals in their body's enhance and regulated their ability.Genetic Control, Information control, Infancy control. Ducks have changed. The age of swimming has became the age of control. All in the name of averting catastrophe from Duck shit. And he who control the pond controls history. Ducks has changed. When the pond is under total control Ducks become pests

Best number= 185. It's just.. perfect. I mean look at it!!

What in Davy Jones’ locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I’ll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I’ve led numerous raids on fishing villages, and -blam!- over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o’ swag. I’ll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o’ pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o’ monsoon that’ll wipe ye off the map. You’re sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o’er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o’ the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I’ll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o’ the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and now ye’ll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I’ll shit fury all over ye and ye’ll drown in the depths o’ it. You’re fish food now.

I went out with a shotgun once and spotted a cute little duckling just across a field. It was so adorable. I was hoping to find the foxes that had been rustling my chickens' various jimmies, but alas they went unfound. So I shot the duckling.

72! (That's not actually my favourite :P) So a duck walks up to a lemonade stand and he says to the man, running the stand "Hey! Got any grapes?". The man said no, we just sell lemonade, but it's cold and it's fresh and it's all homemade! Can I get you a glass? The duck said, "I'll pass" And he waddled away 'Till the very next day

35. My first gamertag was "PURE HALO 35". There was a duck who was f***** by Arbiter. Then ten ducks were f***** by Arbiter. Then all the ducks were f***** by Arbiter. And though Arbiter had f***** all the ducks, Chief didn't give a f***. The End.

23 has a ring, and fukaduck

13, Just I don't give a -blam!-. God Hates Ducks.

17.

7 is the most common number between 2 dice and it appears in my life a lot more than any other, partly the reason i like bungie so much, its like a good omen. On the water's surface, there laid a duck. Not an ordinary duck, a glow in the dark duck. Some knew it as the glow in the duck. This was the only duck on the water because the water was poisoned and the glow in the duck was the only duck that could live on the water. Duck also breathes fire Duck also has 2 sets of wings Duck also had talons instead of webbed feet Duck also shoots lightning from its eyes

11.

The number 2. Think about it.

Once there was a duck but he wasnt a normal duck no he was a special duck special how do you ask well he had powers hit poos could fly over 5 feet and he would use it to create more ugly ducklings but that isnt the point of the story the point of the story is that there was a special duck and he did stuff and that is the story do you want more well ok the duck once went to a magical land of happiness called duckland and in duckland there are things called duckaroos and they are bad bad bad so the special duckling with the flinging poo would go to duckland and fling his poo at the duckaroos and then he would slit their throats with his rock hard cock just like his friend mamaduck yes she had a cock its a long story with three operations anyway the duck would kill the duckaroos and then he would live hapilly ever after with the other ducks in duckland and one time he got a wife and made babies and then his wife ate three of the four babies because she had a mild form of down syndrome so he was like -blam!- this so he ate the last baby too and that's the story of poonkins the magical warrior princess the end

Fav #:0 Duck Story: There was once a duck who was raised by chickens he always got made fun of by the chicks because of his long nose, his weird looking feet and the quack sounds he made he always felt different but he didn't know why he was a sad duck.

17. It's been my friends lucky number for as long as I can remember. Mine as well within the more recent years. Matthew the duck was so busy trying to make his way across Hamilton Road, that he forgot that he left his wallet back at the Ivy Covered House. Matt sighed deeply, and said aloud to himself; "This is not going to be an Applewalk." It began to downpour heavily, thus Killin The Vibe Matt had going on. Luckily he managed to make it into the nearby neighbor's Flower Lane where he was never seen or heard from ever again. P.S. Anyone who can tell me who or what I was referencing earns my respect and an internet cookie of their choice of flavor.

7... You know why.

Favourite number: Phi Story: Ducksworth Duckington, a wealthy duckmeister, was ironing his shirts, when he realised, 'I'm rich, why am I ironing my own shirts?!?' So he hired someone else to do it for him. [i]Fin[/i]

42, If you're a fan of sci-fi books you should know why Ducks go quack all the time, I mean, who wouldn't right? Now that you understand what we were going for, you can find the rest of the story if you know where to look, and if you're any good at writing stories of randomness. Happy birthday, You can rest easy knowing the first chapter is finished.

Favourite number is pi . A duck, chicken and egg walk in to a bar. The bartender asks "what will you have ?" The duck say"a vodka on the rocks" the chicken said " a red wine" and the egg said "a protein shake but we want them to given in the order in which we existed" "ok got you but which one of you came first ?" ... End chapter one

No.