K: I'm not perfect.
P: You can say that again.
K: But I try.
P: I'm so glad my brain surgeon didn't tell me about his shortcomings.
K: Isn't the duckbill platypus known for not being perfect?
P: Yes, but unlike the duckbill, you have a brain bigger than a peanut.
K: I'd be a little better if it wasn't for clutching.
P: What's that about?
K: Well, whenever I'm trying to meet a challenge I remember the family dog growling at me when I was a little kid.
P: No kidding?
K: The dog was as big as an elephant... or so I remember, and I'd start to do something and the dog would run over and growl right into my ear. It was horrendous.
P: What did you do then?
K: I'd run and hide under my bed.
P: That sounds wise.
K: Then the dog would jump on the bed.
P: You needed a trap door, didn't you?
K: Yes! Every time I'd start to get out the dog would growl again. I spent half my life under that bed.
P: And the other half?
K: Trying to do things right.
P: You know, your dog is dead, so now you have no excuses.
K: But the growl is still there.
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