Sometimes I get lost in the words, so I tie a fishing line around my waist and secure the other end to a tree because it's easy to get distracted when you see a platypus. Honestly, they're never any help and before you know it the trees have changed places and the path's a different color and the platypus is following you and he's probably got a knife and it's not safe on a dark street like this. Wait, what's going on?