(Wow! You must be psychic)

*SNAP*

The barkeep smacks himself on the forehead. "Damn! What was I thinking? We have bread!" He hauls a loaf of sliced bread out from below, slaps it down on the bar and rips the bag open.

"YES! Yes! Yes, we have bread! I got your fornicating bread, right here. C'mere, duck!"

With that, he reaches out and grabs the stubborn duck and shoves its head under his armpit. One hand pulls the duck's legs aside and the other begins shoving handfuls of bread up the duck's ass.

*stuff* *stuff* *stuff*

"We got bread. Sure, we got lotsa bread. GREAT bread! Best bread in the world!"

*stuff* *stuff* *stuff*

"Here Ducky, have s'more. Oh yeah! Bread! Yummy yummy bread!"

*stuff* *stuff* *stuff*

"Atsagooooood Ducky. Take yer ##$%%^$$% bread. It's good for ya! Sure it is!"

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"Hey MMario! Bring me an onion. And set the oven to 450!"