"Why do you say that?" You know why. I'm a monster, quackidee! My rosy cheeks aren't makeup like yours … "I don't wear makeup either, Molly. These are my ears." Oh? They're pretty big, quackidee. "I'm a very good listener." Ah, sorry. What I mean is, yours don't have electric sacs inside them. No matter how much I just want a peaceful life, I was born to fight, quackidee! Born to … to kill …