Something about Quackity kept pulling Wilbur's eyes back towards him, whole body and mind pausing at the way he looked, the way he sounded, the way he acted. So Wilbur hates to admit it, but he can't seem to take his eyes off Quackity or his ears to stop listening to his stupid voice. It's all too alluring to pull away from. Or, Wilbur's a simp, Quackity's inviting him Las Nevadas