Sir Tweed, you were my first First Duck and, as far as I am concerned, my last First Duck.

I am fully aware of Queen Carol, the Crapper Girl's wiles. Indeed, I khandu, was somewhat tempted to join her Queendom my self.

Therefore, I can see how lesser men, like yourself, could be swayed by the beauty of the accordian. Indeed, there is a haunting sirenis effect in the instrument.

My dear Tweed, your position remains. Much as the Father in the "Prodigal Son" tale, am I...awaiting the return of the wandering boy.

With open arms, I shall joyfully receive you, if ever you choose to return.

Kk