"No. I'm not real. No, you're talking. I'm a dick. Well, fuck you! Hmm. A bit confusing."
or click here"Where— Where's my coconut? I know you moved it. Give it back to me. I want my coconut! I can't pee without my coconut. I'm going to peeeeee. (whimpers) Oh, I'll have to get a new coconut. Mmm, that one was just the right size… and furry. Coconuuuuuut… Coconuuuut….. Where aaaaaarre yooouuu? Mmmm. Bollocks."
Confusing, indeed. What the hell is he talking about? In this next one, however, STM makes himself perfectly clear:
|KAREN:||You said, "Where's my coconut? I can't pee without my coconut! It was just the right size. Coconuuut... coconuuut." You just went— you went on and on. "I guess I'll have to get a new one."|
|ADAM:||Well, they may all look the same, I'm sure coconuts feel they're individual.|
|KAREN:||If coconuts feel enough to know they're individual, then how do you think they feel about being used as a receptacle for urine?|
|ADAM:||Whoa. Whoa. Whoa, whoa, you never said I said that. You said I can't pee without my coconut. I may need it as a security blanket. And have it next to me when I pee. You're thinking I need to crack it open and pee into it. How dare you treat coconuts like that! Can't you see them as care-giving things rather than just receptacles for my bodily waste? Hmm?|
|ADAM:||It's got to sit next to me when I pee. And its three eyes can be looking up at me saying, "Good boy."|
Karen's notes: We wonder if this has something to do with the fact that Adam just read Coconut Unlimited by Nikesh Shukla, an amazing book. Go check it out!