"You see, I can not permit you to kill me. I am the owner of this establishment, the monkeys which are given to the bar tender eventually find their way to me." The drake replied while raising the monkey in its hand. "So, if you so much as take one shot at me, I will be forced to seal your doom, and perhaps, treat you the same way I do my other monkeys. It's always such a messy process, but alas, the bartender does a fair job of it nonetheless."