Quackity had a country to run, citizens to take care of, casinos to operate and a facade to maintain. So he prayed to Prime that Wilbur Soot would get out of his fucking way. And what if Wilbur disliked him just as much but just really, really liked walking around in other people's space? Well, clearly something has got to change here. Or, a c!quackbur fic that happened before hitting on 16 but right after Quackity denied Wilbur into Las Nevadas. Sorry folks, the Ranvan is not here.
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