There’s a button labelled “down”, but it’s not a lift. In fact the button appears to be attached to some sort of horn or flange.
Pressing the button must, therefore, do something down related using the flangehorn.
I concluded that a push of the button would result in large amounts of feathery duck down being sprayed out of the hornhole into my face.
I declined to push the button.
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PUSH THE DAMN BUTTON! To hell with the feathery consequences.
No. You push the button. You push the button and see how you like a face full of duck fluff.
Is it clean duck fluff, or freshly ripped from the duck as you push the button? I’m imagining a row of ducks in some sort of mechanical cages behind the wall that clunks alone one each time the button is pressed.
A face of duck fluff or a face of fuck dluff?
I’ve never had a face full of fucked luff and I’m not going to start now.
You’ve never lived, sunshine. You need a beautiful spring day, a pocket full of whistle pops and a face full of fucked luff.
Your loins will sing with delight.