Rubber ducky is back to being the one.
I no longer have to settle for a notional rubber ducky within my imagination.
I’ve got the damn thing in my hands-yes!
I can make it go to war against all my other action figures-and win.
A rubber ducky in the hand is surely worth two mental rubber duckies at the very least.
Fuck idealism.
Hooray materialism.
For this day of hump.
