Oh, hi, Vanessa!

Dad, what are you doing?

Well, I'll be honest, I don't really understand.

But I fell down this hill.

Now I got glue on my hands and I got records on my fingers.

What?

Records on my fingers.

I got records on my fingers and I just can't stop.

Don't stop.

I can't stop.

I got a platypus controlling me.

What?

I got a platypus controlling me.

Now let me sum it up.

It was a strange set of circumstances.

Strange set of circumstances.

I fell down the hill.

I got glue on my hands.

Now I got records on my fingers and I just can't stop.

Don't stop.

Don't stop.

Well, I would if I was able.

There's a platypus controlling me.

He's underneath the table.

There's a platypus controlling him.

What?

Oh, I get it.

Platypus is a metaphor for whatever's keeping you down.

Like corporations are a platypus.

The government's a platypus.

Your teacher is a platypus.

My teacher is a panda.

Society's a platypus.

My parents are a platypus.

The media's a platypus.

It's all just propaganda.

Yeah, we all got a platypus controlling us.

Just me.

We all got a platypus controlling us.

I'm stopping right here.

We all got a platypus controlling us.

I'm not speaking metaphorically.

The platypus controlling me is underneath the table.

Wait.

Oh, wait, no.

He's gone.

Hey.

There's no platypus controlling me.

There's no platypus controlling me.

Your dad's kind of cool.

You're my punk rock boyfriend.

You're not supposed to think my dad is cool.

It only matters that I think he's cool.

She thinks I'm cool.

She thinks I'm cool.

She thinks I'm cool.