on cheryl's second day of de-goosefying she met a rubber duck. let cheryl tell you of her awful encounter with a rubber duck.

after picking up a present for her dear ol' sister at holland v, she skipped happily to the bus stop. then some guy comes from behind and starts following her. he squeaked a rubber duck in her ear. she ignores him and carries on skipping away. and he continued squeaking the rubber duck in her ear. squeak! squeak! squeak!

seeing that she had brushed off his childish ways, his friend SCREAMED!! in hopes of shocking her. but she did not fret. upon seeing how unagitated she remained, he yelled "argh! he's got my rubber duck! someone help me! help me!"

throughout this whole time, the guy with the rubber duck unceasingly squeaked the rubber duck in her ear.

she was pissed. she had to retaliate, she looked at them and said, "stop it!". the guy with the rubber duck replied "oh, i know you like it." cheryl had it, "you're a big baby!" she snapped.

then he goes on muttering under his breath about how she's the most annoying girl ever.

hello? who's the one squeaking a rubber duck in someone else's ear?

rubber ducks are cute and everything, and cheryl does like rubber ducks, but you don't just go around following someone squeaking a rubber duck in their ear. cheryl couldn't care less if you get robbed of your miserable rubber duck, because she doesn't wear her underwear on the outside. go find someone else who does.

and what's a big guy like you doing with a rubber duck anyway?