They’re my ducks. Of course I know their secret weaknesses. And I’m not above bribery for the sake of a bad joke. (Note: I should make it clear, here, that Rusty is in fact not a rubber duck. He’s cast-iron.)
Aaaaaand here’s the payoff. I probably shouldn’t annoy Rusty like this, though. Have you ever been mauled by a cast-iron duck? Dude’s heavy.
Anatidish? What language do you think the anatidae would speak natively? As for the joke itself… look. If it’s good enough for a Star Trek movie, it’s good enough for me.