[ WP ] Write a story ending with : He was the quack whom I had to duck .

I'm in a foul mood. My career is treading water over here. Some sort of loon of a psychologist is claiming they stumbled onto a connection between mental health, seared meats, and toasted breads or some shit, mallard reaction he called it. Thinks its going to be the next big fad diet, wants to get his half-cocked ideas published, and is n't taking no for an answer. We crossed over once before when I had been sent out to get some cheap experts to pen chapters in an encyclopedia of all blooming flowers, there was talk about getting the whole Jungian archetype stuff, flower symbolism, the relation of flowers to human psychology, smart sounding shit to pad it out for the yokels. Guy was just too sensitive, every little note and he would just start crack up, full on tortured genius missing the genius. Had to walk on eggshells for work that was n't even up to our lax standards. So I had the unpheasant job of telling him it was over. Weirdly I think he saw it as `` powers beyond my control are taking this chance away to work together'', so he did n't squabble. As far as he figured I was suffering with him, birds of a feather and all that. So somehow after a terrible experience working with him, after firing him, its all just water off a duck's back and he thinks of me as an ally. So now that he thinks he's got a golden goose he keeps trying to catch me around town and trap me into taking a few shots at the bar. 
 
 So listen, I'm begging you here, for old time's sake your career is going great, just dive on this one for me. Just tell this guy you're interested, make him think you're willing to poach this rotten egg. Just tie him up for a couple months, sell him a bill of goods. My great and eternal thanks will be yours. Just please help me to duck this quack.
