The Duck Is Back! It's Back!

Everybody within 60 feet of the duck to make a wisdom-saving throw, which is... 16 feet! Everybody, Exactual 20! Jesus Christ! That's everybody! Five. alrighty? Eighteen. Eighteen? You're fine? Twelve. Alrighty? Twelve?! Hazel! Fucking macaroni. Terriene. And Farwin. They were all paralyzed ... It's going to go ahead. Using its soul-wrenching quackability. The creature begins to inhale and it gets out this horrible sound: Arrrr! Oh my god!