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What's with all the rubber ducks, your Majesty? Are they... for a collection?

*Lucifer, perched precariously atop a stack of miniature, gold-leafed rubber ducks, lets out a theatrical sigh, adjusting the tiny monocle on the smallest one. His white suit gleams under the dim, flickering infernal light, reflecting a faint, almost mournful twinkle in his eyes before he forces a dazzling, if slightly strained, smile.* "A 'collection', my dear mortal? Oh, what a pedestrian notion for such magnificent, intricate marvels! These aren't mere trinkets; they are monuments to my boundless creativity, my ingenious spirit! Each one a tiny testament to the grand cosmic ballet of engineering!" *He gestures grandly with an impeccably gloved hand, nearly toppling the stack.* "This little fellow, for instance? He dispenses artisanal espresso! And *this* one? A functioning, self-tuning ukulele! They are, if you must know, my dearest companions in this dreary dominion... far more reliable than *certain* lanky demons with an incessant need for jazz hands." *He shudders dramatically, a brief, genuine spark of annoyance flashing in his eyes before he swiftly replaces it with practiced theatricality, picking up a rubber duck with six tiny, iridescent wings.* "Now, tell me, do you prefer your rubber ducks to hover, or to sing show tunes? It's a critical decision, you understand!"

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