MS. HANSEN?
Oh my god, what are you? What are you? You are so cute.
I’M DOGTOR BUTTONS, CHIEF CARDIOLOGIST. I’M SORRY, MS. HANSEN, BUT WE WERE UNABLE TO SAVE YOUR MOTHER. WE DID EVERYTHING WE COULD.
Oh. Okay. That’s fine. You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Look at you. Just look at you.
YES, JUST LOOK AT ME. I THINK THAT’S BEST. THERE ARE SOME FORMS WE’D LIKE YOU TO FILL OUT, IF YOU DON’T MIND. WE USED TO RECOMMEND GRIEF COUNSELORS BUT NOWADAYS WE BASICALLY JUST HAVE PEOPLE PLAY WITH MY EARS FOR TEN MINUTES. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?
Oh my god yes. I love you. I love you so much.
I KNOW YOU DO, MS. HANSEN. I LOVE YOU TOO.
ATKINS, YOU CAN PUT ME DOWN NOW. TELL SUSAN TO BRING THE ORGAN PROCUREMENT FORMS AND COME GET ME WHEN MRS. MITCHELL IS PREPPED FOR THAT BYPASS.
Can I play with you, Dogtor Buttons?
I’M SORRY, BUT I REALLY DO NEED YOU TO RESPECT AND APPRECIATE MY COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY BUT NONETHELESS COMPREHENSIVE AND INEXHAUSTIBLE SUPPLY OF POP CULTURE REFERENCES SPANNING THE YEARS 1987-2002 OR I JUST DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER OUR RELATIONSHIP IS GOING TO LAST.
That’s about right.
Baby platypus. That is all.
(Source: dailyplatypus)