Aku Ankka No 32, 2026 [FI]

I can't wait to fall into the sea's embrace and swagger like Poseidon. Hippu is from my mine in Montana, but I suppose gold smells the same on every continent. We snatched the boomerang from the old man'*, for whom the "private area" was as foreign to you as it is to you. I was without water and shelter, and the merciless sun would cook me like a pot roast even before evening." "Otokas were a species whose mere taunting would be my fate." Hus, cool knives... Anyway, I was about to come check the