I woke up feeling groggy with a throbbing pain on the back of my head, having no idea what just happened. Once I slowly recover, I remember meeting an old friend before turning around and felt a whack to the back of my head.

"So you've finally woke up, took you a while!"

I shook my head and looked up in spite of the throbbing pain to see Trevor and few others standing right in front of me. I looked down to find myself tied up tightly to a metal chair.

I said, "What the hell is going on? Why are you with the guys from the Duck Division?"

Trevor smiled as he grabbed the side of his face to pull of a mask, revealing his true identity.

"Creb!"

Creb was a troll bot created by the Duck Division in order to create panic in the Newgrounds message board. Thankfully, one of the NG users Byte Slinger who happens to be a cyborg (long story) drove him away before he could do some real damage. Since then, the troll bot haven't been heard from and was assumed to be scrapped for parts in Detroit...until now!

"It's been a while, I heard that you pursued my creator, Chris Beer few years ago but now that you came back, we Duck Division shall take out one of the threats to our dominance on Newgrounds!" he said.

I could hear the lightning flashing outside.

"You guys are still trying to take over the website?" I said.

Creb grinned and said, "Of course, by taking over the site, we can take control of the portal by spamming it with crap so that way, no one can stand in our way toward the dominance on the internet!" followed by an evil laugh.

"But first, being that you used to hang out at the Barracks thread and once helped out on taking down our spam flashes, foiling us! However, knowing that you probably have some information, if you tell us, we'll spare you!" he continued.

"No." I said.

"You better tell us!"

"No."

"Tell us you faggot!"

"No."

"If you don't, we will hurt you!" he yelled.

"Even if I know, why the fuck would I tell you? With the crap you guys have pulled, there's no way I'm going to help destroy Newgrounds!" I answered.

Creb turned around and walked away saying, "Then it can't be helped...we were hoping that it won't come to this but you have left us no choice..."

The troll bot clapped and two of his men walked out of the door and would return some time later with a grocery bag. Then the bag was placed onto the table where the content was removed, unveiling what's probably one of the most heinous thing known to mankind...

"DURIAN?!" I screamed.

Creb chuckled and said, "I see you're quite familiar with this fruit, now you will tell us or we'll force you eat it!"

"YOU MONSTER!"

Durian is a fruit that is indigenous to Southeast Asia where it has a cult following. It's one of the most disgusting things that have ever existed and why people likes these I'll never understand. It's actually illegal in some parts of certain countries, can be used as a murder weapon, and not only that, forcing someone to eat a piece of the fruit is a violation of the Geneva Convention.

To think the quacky bastards would stoop to such levels...

As soon as they cut open the nasty piece of fruit, the room was filled with with nauseating stench that nearly made me want to throw up. Despite my previous encounters with durians, the stench is something I couldn't describe, because I didn't want to. It didn't take long for the stench to fill up my lungs to the point that I started to wish for death and this coming from a person who wants to live to 100.

Creb takes out a spoon and scooped out a piece of fruit from the shell before separating the flesh from the seed. The troll bot then toss the seed at me and laughed like a geek high on cocaine.

"You will tell us..." he said.

"...or we'll have no choice but to force you to eat this!"

"Fuck you!" was the answer from me.

"Fine!" the troll bot yelled.

He tried to force the fruit into my mouth but I refused to open it so the troll bot use his other hand to pry my jaw open. After doing so, I spat the piece of fruit right back at Creb and in response, the troll bot started to strangle me before letting go. After catching my breath, I coughed and said, "What are you waiting for? Just do it already, I rather die than eating this shit!"

Then I continued, "Or is it because you won't get the info you want?" in a mocking tone.

Creb threw a punch, knocking me over along with the chair.

Soon he starts rubbing a piece of durian on my face.

"You will talk or we will find a way to stuff a piece of durian into you, one way or another!" he said before walking out of the door.

It wasn't until a while later when I notice the rope became loosened, probably due to getting knocked down and all but it was still too tight to undo it. Having a bad taste in my mouth, I still felt sick and knew that if I don't get out of this soon, they will find a way to cram a piece of noxious fruit down my throat in order to get me to talk. With that, I tipped over and the rope began to loosen up further until one of the guards came and lifted me back up saying, "If you're trying to escape, it won't work, the chair is made of iron, there's no way you can break it!"

I tipped over again and then the guard laughed.

"You wouldn't give up would you? What a pathetic spectacle, especially coming from you!"

I tipped over again.

"Really? No matter how much you try, the chair won't break, give it up!"

I felt the rope slipping down and knew this to be my best chance.

"Zacied, even after all these years you're still the same stooge you have always been. Remember the time when I beat the crap out of you several years ago after you and your quacking friends tried to wreak havoc on Newgrounds by hacking into their accounts and even kidnapping them? Kidnapping me is one of the biggest mistakes the Duck Division have ever made, just behind using up the little resource you guys have to built a troll bot." I said.

Zacied smirked and said, "So you still remember me after all those years? True that I have been planning a revenge against you for sometime but does it matter now? You're all tied up and tried to break free, what are you going to do? Your Barracks friends have no idea what we've been up to and even then, that cyborg bitch's the only one who can do something to us...no matter, unlike last time, we will prevail!"

After lifting me back up, he tossed a piece of durian right at my face. As soon has he turned his back on me, I quickly undid the loosened rope and threw it at Zacied while his friend freaked out, running into the wall...yes I know, no wonder why the Duck Division became mostly defunct.

I picked up a chair and threw it at Zacied before running into the other room where I would hide in the basement. It was pitched black so I had no idea what I got myself into at that point and apparently, neither do they as I heard Zacied and his colleague arguing on whether they should look for me.

"You idiot! Creb told us not to go there, I don't know why but we should just wai-"

"No! That asshole ruined my life for the past several years, I will kill him if that's the last thing I do!"

Then he went after me in the basement.