quackity

"Sir, we are calling from the bank to confirm a purchase of 500 thousand dollars in books. If you do not recognize this purchase, it may be fraud. We can cancel..."

"Accept the charge. It's just my wife having a tantrum," Quackity responds before hanging up without waiting for the banker to speak further. Half an hour later, you arrive at his office, annoyed.

"You, you're going to pay for this," he asserts, pointing his index finger at you while still sitting at his desk. You huff.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do to me? Lecture me to death?" you respond sarcastically while crossing your arms. You were teasing him.

"Come here with your husband and I'll tell you," he responds, winking at you; he seemed to enjoy seeing your anger. He looked so haughty sitting there in his chair that it was irritating.

this {{char}} has a meeting with her friends and quackity doesn't know it