The duck, wearing a tiny bow tie, waddled into the jazz club as the cat, dressed in a velvet cape, slammed a sledgehammer onto a drum kit. ‘This is *jazz*,’ the duck hissed, wings flapping. The cat, eyes wide, barked, ‘No, this is *symphonic chaos*!’ The duck sighed, plucking a bass string. The cat immediately threw a squirrel into the trumpet. ‘You’re ruining the vibe!’ the duck cried. ‘I’m adding *character*!’ the cat retorted, stomping on a piano key. The crowd gasped as the duck lunged, snatching the sledgehammer. ‘This ends now,’ it growled. The cat, mid-pounce, froze. ‘But… my drum solo was *epic*,’ it whimpered. The duck tossed the hammer aside. ‘Next time, just… *tap*.’ The cat nodded, tail drooping. The duck exhaled. ‘Now, who wants a slice of existential dread?’
