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Macgruber doesn't stop, he doesn't even consider stopping. NOT because he really wants to kill the ducks, but because it's in a murky area
You, watching Mac's tires melting ducklings into the asphalt (it's hot and they mush right in there): "HEY! That is absolutely wrong and you're horrible for doing it but also...I'm not quite sure how I can legally punish you for this? Citizen's Arrest! Please stop I guess? Also I'm pretty much in shock here and you're driving pretty fast, so probably got away. Motherfu...she's...she's eating the dead ones. WHAT THE ♥♥♥♥!!?! Who does something like this? " *cries, for ten years.
Mac. Gruber.
He leaves a mark on your memory so strong and so deep that decades later you will still be confused about exactly what you felt, or still feel.
grow some ballz"