Ducky immediately began laying about with the Admin Rod, thwacking uncontrollably and sending unlucky 'Taverners flying across the Tavern. Ironically, the one who had actually broken the table a second time, which happened to be `N0 (fitting, considering Phish said that nobody is to touch the table), had made it off the warpath and escaped the Tavern before Ducky clobbered him.
Night Fire made an unwise attempt to try to get up behind Ducky and hold her still, so that she could not wreak any more havoc on the hapless occupants of the Tavern, but she spun around too quickly and laid him a crushing blow across his face with the edge of the Rod. He spun out, pivoting on one foot, then collapsed over the bar, unconscious.
Over the mad roar of the combination of Ducky's berserk state and the numerous variations of "Get out of my way!" the 'Taverners were screaming at each other, Jack's voice could barely be heard. "DUCKY! STOP!"
Ducky, unfortunately, did not hear Jack's cry, and was almost to Firefox when Jack flew out of nowhere, tackling the Admin Rod-wielding berserker in mid-flight. He held her pinned down, one hand on her left wrist, immobilizing her means of attack. She struggled momentarily, then stopped.
"Ducky, listen to me." Jack was breathing heavily, as he had narrowly dodged a few of the swipes from the Rod himself.
Ducky remained still, but even though she was not attacking the red glow remained in her eyes. "What...?!"
"You're not going to whack me when I say this."
Ducky glared at Jack, but he could tell that she was slowly cooling down. Very slowly, however. "Whatever. What is it?"
"The cherry table is gone."