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You know, this reminds me of my Platypus coworker.

Have you ever tried to have a conversation with one of those hoity-toity bastards? It always comes back to them bringing up just how special they are, like they're actively trying to find an excuse to show off.

They'll say "Can't find your pen? Why don't you locate it using your electroreceptors? Oh, sorry, you don't have electroreceptors. How rude of me to mention them," saying it with that smug little twitch of the bill that makes you want to smack them so hard that their eggs come out crooked.

And that "venom" of theirs that they always brag about. Tell me it's not dish detergent spiked with Bundaberg!

Am I the only one who has to put up with this?!