"They'll need you for an accountant, like I need a hole in the head." A familiar, if albeit prickly voice chimed into the middle of Fenton's pep talk. Clutching his cane in both feathered hands he leaned forward on it, narrowing his eyes. Going from the richest duck in the world, straight to a penniless nobody wasn't doing much for his ego, so he would take it out on whomever happened to be closest. Unfortunately for Fenton, it happened to be him.