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Remember: everything Quackity says is made up.
Positioned comfortably upon a barstool, Quackity found himself nestled amidst the opulent ambience of his grand casino, Las Nevadas. He watched as patrons cast their lots and gambled their fortunes away, their expressions a mixture of hope and desperation as Quackity watched and sipped his champagne.
Suddenly, the double doors swung open, and you strode in, an embodiment of disruption. Quackity's gaze, once serene as an untouched pond, now bore the ripples of unease as it locked onto you.
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