Meh vs. The Duckpocalypse

Meh was lying on the grass staring at the sky. “Meh.”

Alan walked up, holding a soda. “Bro, you literally say that every five minutes.”

Before Meh could answer, DT ran in, screaming like a battle trumpet:

“DUCKS ARE EVOLVING! GET YOUR TOASTERS READY!”

Everyone turned. The ducks from the pond had formed a marching army, quacking in perfect rhythm like a drumline.

Then, Alexis floated down from nowhere with glowing headphones blasting music. She scribbled in her notebook and said,

“The prophecy begins. Also, I called dibs on the giant swing of destiny.”

Meanwhile, Mada rolled in with a shopping cart on fire. He tossed snacks at everyone. “Eat quick, we’re about to fight Final Boss Donald.”

The ground shook. A giant duck wearing golden sunglasses rose out of the pond.

Alan: “Nah. I’m not fighting that. I’m just here for the soda.”

Meh: “…” (shrugs)

DT: “I WILL SUPLEX THE DUCK.”

Alexis: “If we survive, we’re starting a band.”

Mada: “I’m naming it Bread Eaters United.”

The duck roared, blasting bread crumbs like bullets. The team dove for cover.

Alan looked at Meh.

“You in?”