Park bench

[bugfartboy]

It doesn't. While Duckling is explaining himself, I boot him off the bench and lay down on it

[ArtDrake]

I promptly sit on you. And it has everything to do with it. If you can't draw a connection between two posts in conjunction with the same post, ur2dumb4me, then I deem you truly worthy of thy name.

[bugfartboy]

I remain laying on the bench while a wind picks up and you feel the irresistible urge to fly south for the winter.

[ArtDrake]

Actually, the bench is where the first poster is, and that would be Southern USA. Ducks don't need to migrate in the South. Try harder.

[Mopman]

I pull a bugs bunny and yell "Duck Season!" You are chased away by frenzied hunters.

[ArtDrake]

Elmer Fudd doesn't scare me. My head can twist around 2000 degrees, which is the result of being shot.

I chase bugs and you away with a feather duster.

[Mopman]

Feather dusters don't scare me. I am a superior cleaning device.

[bugfartboy]

Then I pull out the snake nest in a ball and throw it at the Duck. And those are real snakes by the way.

[Mopman]

Then I cage you with my mortal enemy, the swiffer. He easily defeats your feather duster abilities.

[ArtDrake]

I walk out of the cage, and ignore the rather aggressive attempt at snakitude.

Then, I get an enthusiastic 5-year-old and tell her to step on any bugs she finds.

I take the bench, and see if anyone is going to try to stop me.

[bugfartboy]

I'm not a bug. I'm a bugboy. There's a difference. Enraged, I push you off the bench and spit on your face.

[Mopman]

I also spit on you face. And rob a store, throw you the stolen goods and ski mask, then yell "hey cops, its the robber!"

[ArtDrake]

Actually, I'm in a park, sitting on the ground, dazed, wondering someone would be so rude as to spit on me, and no where near a store of any kind.

Then I tisk at the bugboy until he is guilted into leaving the bench.

[bugfartboy]

But Bugfartboy is listening to his iPod, therefore, he can't hear your tisking and is unaffected.

[ArtDrake]

Actually, I ignore your earbuds and tisk through them. Now it's your turn to come up with a new and interesting way to get me to leave, rather than refuting what has happened.