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|“||What the hell are you starin' at?!||„|
|~ Duckman's catchphrase.|
|“||Hommina hommina how wah!||„|
|~ Duckman's catchphrase.|
|~ Duckman's trademark scream.|
Eric Tiberius Duckman (also known as Duckman) is the titular main protagonist of the TV show with the same name Duckman.
He was voiced by Jason Alexander.
The titular character is portrayed as a lazy, incompetent, self-serving, morally unscrupulous and sexual deviant. Despite this, one of the hallmarks of the series are the insightful but politically incorrect rants regarding the hypocrisies of society, such as political correctness, women's rights, the movie industry, and life in general.
He is also a widower; when his wife Beatrice died, she left their house to her sister Bernice, so as to ensure some sort of stable environment for her and Duckman's three children: Ajax, Charles and Mambo. Though frequently taking his children for granted, Duckman honestly loves and cares for them. He graduated high school in 1971, and is also a graduate of Don Galloway Detective School and has a detective license from Panama signed by Manuel Noriega.
Duckman is an Aries, born April 18. Duckman wears glasses which contain his eyes. They can be removed like normal glasses, taking his eyes with them. His glasses stay up, even though he has no ears (something that Cornfed once observed with fascination). Duckman often uses his catch phrases, "What the hell are you staring at?", "Hommina hommina how wah", "Whatever" (whenever right by his kids) and his trademark scream of "D'wah!" He is the only main character not to wear clothes.
|“||Duckman: And when you think about it, isn't that exactly the point? (Ducharme and Mersink look at each other quizzically) Duckman: Parking. (Ducharme and Mersink look at each other and smile) Duckman: And driving. And shopping. And eating. And working. Somewhere, somehow, they're different now, none of 'em are the same, they all got chewed up and spit back out, and they don't taste like living anymore! Don't you see what it's like in this deranged Whirring Blender of a world?! Every day is an agonizing ordeal, like balancing a pot of scalding water on your head while people whip your legs and butt … Aaaah, you never forget your senior prom … YOU think I'm "sick"?! Well the only disease I've got is "Modern Life," a schnutbusting gauntlet of inefficiency and misery that's one long parade of let-downs, put-downs, trickle downs, shutouts, freeze outs, sell-outs, numnuts, nincompoops and nimrods, all making every day as much fun as waxing a flaming Pontiac with your tongue, where even if you do luck into the possibility of some fleeting pleasure, like, say, if some nymphomaniac telephone operator with the muscle control of Romanian mat-slappers agree to a little strip air hockey, it'll be over before it starts 'cuz some vowel-lacking, feta-reeking cab-jockey slams his checker up your hatchback and the cab is owned by some pinata spanker from a Santeria cult in Xoacalpa who starts shaking chicken bones at you and gives you a boil on your neck so big all it needs is Michael Jordan's autograph to make it complete, and even with all this, with ALL THIS, I still drag my sorry butt off the Sealy every morning and stick my face in the reaping machine for one more day, knowing when it's time to flash the cosmic card key at those Pearly Gates, I won't be in the coffin anyway 'cuz some underhanded undertaker sold my heart, pancreas and other assorted Good 'N' Plenty to that same Santeria cult so does anybody really wonder why anybody is hanging onto sanity by the atoms on the tips of their fingernails while life dirty-dances on their digits, and is it really any wonder that I seem DERANGED???!!||„|
|~ Duckman's longest rant|
- His most known villainous acts are murdering and abusing his two living stuffed bear assistants Fluffy and Uranus (who are immortal).