If you look at a platypus, you think that God might get stoned, "OK, let's take a beaver and put on a duck's bill. It's a mammal, but it lays eggs. Hey Darwin, kiss my ass!"

In this riff, Williams uses the platypus—an animal that confounds neat categories—to lampoon human certainty about how nature “should” work. The joke hinges on deliberate anachronism and irreverence: a caricatured, improvisational “God” assembles a creature from mismatched parts, then taunts Darwin, symbolically poking at both creationist and overly tidy evolutionary narratives. Beneath the profanity is a familiar Williams theme: reality is stranger than our systems, and humor is a way to puncture dogmatism. The platypus becomes a comic emblem of biological complexity and the limits of simplistic explanations.