Having fought so hard to get the branch you are afraid to let go. Listening carefully to the
sounds of the WereHarleys you plan your assault. You wait patiently trying to find the pattern of bikes. You wait.....
You leap with the branch and try to slam it into the spokes of one of the WereHarleys. Blinded,
you miss. Overextending your arm you fall on the ground. One of the WereHarleys runs over your arm. As you
hear it snap you simultaneously see a white flash of pain. Compared to your recent blindness this sudden sight is not
a blessing. The sound of the motorcycles starts to quiet and then stops. This is also not a blessing.
With the dust settling your sight returns. You see the Wereducks of Cockslam Pond standing
above you. All of their eyes are fixed on one spot. The legends were true. They assault your genitalia with
a fervor that is inhuman (although not induckan). After they have satisfied themselves on your genitals they feast on
your flesh. The agony is undescribable (which means I am not a good enough writer to describe it). Sated on your
flesh they take their time on your eyes, savoring the various eye juices. This is where the legends become wrong.
First they take the nap, then feast on your soul (not the other way around like in the Ecyclopedia Wereduckia). After
soul feasting they kill you and banish you to hell.
