This—
This is impossible!
I worked honestly for several hours and only earned 30 entropy points.
Working as a duck (well, not really), you can earn 300 an hour!
Why is that?!
Good Duck's struggle became less vigorous.
"What do I need to do?"
It proudly stretched its neck and asked hoarsely.
Before the attendant could answer, a girl had already patted Duck's head:
"Cute guy, can you sing?"
Sing?
This I can do!
After all, I'm a Diva!
It's just my old trade, and most importantly—
It's a legitimate job.
Honest work is glorious!
Duck's heart settled a bit.
"Is there anything else I need to do?" it asked.
"Drink, dance, just have fun with everyone."
"Because it's my birthday today!"
The girl smiled and said.
Birthday?
"Happy Birthday to you," Duck sang a line.
The bottles, cakes, and flowers on the table immediately came to life, forming a circle and dancing.
This sight stunned the girls.
Silence for a moment.
A plump and beautiful six-armed woman exclaimed:
