Elmer Fudd Solves The Duckface Problem:
Of course, the aftermath of Elmer's shot was always something like:
"Shoot me again! I enjoy it! I love the smell of burnt feathers, and gunpowder, and cordite. I'm an elk! Shoot me! Go on! It's elk season! I'm a fiddler crab! Why don't you shoot me? It's fiddler crab season!"