“Okay, what the fuck, Stinky?” The platypus looked up at his owner shortly after she found a park bench to sit on. She tapped him. “What did you just-” Stinky tipped over and started trying to walk with his legs in the air, with his back on the ground. His teeth clattered a little while he tried to figure out what the actual fuck Sunset did to him, when all she did was poke him. She stared blankly before giggling. 