I was an Egyptian slave until Moses came to free us. Life wasn’t really as bad as they made it out to be. (God exaggerates too much to get his way.) But I went with him anyway. (Egypt’s condition wasn’t the best then.) But then I left the group after they build that golden lamb. Lambs weren’t really my thing so I set out on a quest to find something smarter to worship.
What convinced you to join the cult?:
Marg and the ducky songs.
When did you first realize your love for ducks?:
Real ducks, after I saw one floating dead in the bloody river. Poor thing : ( Rubber duckies, after the first time I saw Ernie with Rubber Ducky on Sesame Street. (Ernie doesn't deserve Rubber Ducky :\ It is also my goal to rescue Rubber Ducky from that snickering satan.).
What is your job for the cult:
Hrm... letsee... I command all those under me (which is all but one [mwahahaha!!]) . I sometimes think of titles for people. I’m one of the peeps who keep track of ducky mail. I corrupt innocent minds. I work on our little space of the tangled web. I sometimes inform people of ducky business. I sometimes recruit. I crush all opposition and shame those who would not join (beware). .
Short story of your Ducky Cult life:
I live in the ducky temple with my fellow duckyons. Like High Pot DC said, it’s peaceful. On my days off from crushing, corrupting, and dominating, I bake cookies, do laundry (only on weekends), read a good book out near the pond and feed the ducks, and of course, hold sessions of worship at night (with sacrifices on Friday nights).
