It was a peaceful day in Jump City as a train lazily rolled into the station. While the cargo was unloaded, the conductor stepped outside to stretch his legs. Walking inside the station to grab some coffee, he was met by possibly the last thing he expected.
A duck, wearing a trench coat and a fedora, and standing about 3 feet tall leveled a Tommy Gun at the conductor's face.
"Woah, take it easy, friend," the conductor said. "What do you want?"
Mr. Quackers grinned as much as his bill would allow. It was time to reveal his evil demands. "Quack quack quack."
The conductor gave him a confused look. "Um...could you repeat that?"
"QUACK!" Mr. Quackers started shooting his Tommy Gun, sending bullets spraying everywhere. Apparently, he had really bad aim, and the conductor was able to jump behind a desk for cover. He waited for the duck to run out of ammo, but that never happened. The gun just kept on firing forever. The conductor was sweating hard as Mr. Quackers walked steadily nearer with his short, webbed feet. In a few seconds, the duck would get around the desk and turn the man into Swiss cheese.
Wasn't there someone who could help?