21, cause of the movie. One day while I was walking down a street with nothing to do, I spotted a bar called "the duck's tail." Seeing as I had some free time I stepped Inside and asked the bartender about the strange name. He shook his head solemnly and said. "Yeah we get that a lot, and I'm afraid to say that it's partly my fault this place is called the Duck's tail." I asked why. He said, "It's a long story." I explained how I had time to kill and to add a little incentive dropped a five into the tip jar. The Bartender eyed the bill, sighed, and leaned forward while motioning me close. "It started like this." Just then a loud commotion was heard at the bar entrance, the bartender looked behind me and gasped in surprise. Turning I was greeted with what was by far the strangest sight in my life. Standing in the doorway was a five foot tall bright yellow duck, wearing dark tinted aviators and puffing away at a Blue Master cigar, the mallard was hefting an M16 with a shotgun slung over his back. The whole bar was silent, then it spoke. "Quack! Quack! Quack!" "No. you're supposed to be dead, NO!!" My friend the Bartender sputtered through his shock. Without another word the Duck leveled the rifle and blew away the Bartender. after the smoke cleared the Duck was gone and the remains of the bartender was covered in shattered liquor bottles. "I..Is it gone" a frightened voice said from the front. "Yes" I stepped past some of the startled customers and rushed through the exit, something big had just happened at "the Duck's Tail" and I had every intention of finding out what.