No sense waiting I suppose.
And so, the votes were cast. The living had decided DuckDodgers was a dodgy dude and they determined his demise was the decision to defer to.
Blah blah blah, many words were spoken and dramatic things happened, probably someone yelled at someone else about things that didn’t matter in a futile effort to distract from what was going on. DuckDodgers actually died of boredom listening to all of the banter. It was hours before the living noticed there was a large potato-shaped bird thing laying on the ground next to them.
DuckDodgers, aka Don Pygosceli, died. The villagers saved humanity. For now.