"It's all relative..!" Anton argued as he put a milk carton in the fridge. "What have ducks done to you, anyway? A personal vendetta kinda deal, or what?" Listening to her vague explanation of things, he pursed his lips. "Didn't you work at a garage or something? You could always accidentally drop a wrench on his head or something. Or just happen to set a car down on him. Easily done, you know?"