[color=SandyBrown]....awright!  Awright, I--[i]*blub*[/i]--I give!"[/color] Marko sputtered as he tried to reconstitute itself.  [color=SandyBrown]"I give up!  This is--....[i]*glurp*[/i]...this isn't what I signed up for!  I ain't gettin' paid ta--[i]*splurt*[/i]--ta dance fer water-fowl!"[/color]

Flint Marko, now little more than a puddle from the shoulders down, could barely keep it together, both figuratively and literally.  He'd been looking forward to bragging to the boys about how he'd gone round-for-round with Captain America.  As much as he hated him, he could even settle for being taken down by the Web-Head.  But a talking [i]duck?[/i]  This was too much; he'd never live it down.

[color=SandyBrown]"I'll tell ya whatever ya want,"[/color] He groaned, forming just enough of a hand to point up an index finger.  [color=SandyBrown]"On one condition: nobody, an' I mean [i]nobody[/i] hears about this.  Anyone asks, Cap'n America beat me.  Deal?"[/color]

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