Each and every one of the occupants of the Tavern gasped, gulped, or came dangerously close to passing out. Everyone who had previously been Whack!ed with the Admin Rod knew the enormous amount of pain that the Rod bestowed upon its target; the same went for everyone who had not been Whack!ed before. The rabbits looked to each other, then back to Ducky nervously.
In an atypical bout of bravery, Acid spoke up. "Um... Ducky..." he began, in a tiny voice.
Ducky whirled on him. "What?!!"
"Um... what would happen if... perchance... one of us did... happen to 'fess up?"
Ducky looked ready to fire off another rage-bound sentence, but then realized that she didn't have one ready. She rested her chin on her left hand, which was the one holding the Admin Rod. The trout was still afire, and she definitely was not partial to setting her face on fire. "Come to think of it, I don't know what would happen. But I can assure you that it would be really, really bad."
There was another mass gulp, and an ominous silence followed.