It's one of only two members of the order monotremata.
It lays eggs! But it's a mammal!
It's got poisonous spines!
It's got the ability to sense electromagnetic fields with it's f*cking bill!
THATS RIGHT IT"S GOT A f*ckING BILL! A f*ckING DUCK BILL!
It's got double coned eyes!
So many different ways to refer to a plurality of platypus!
And if you've got a group of 'em, you call it a paddle! A paddle of platypuses!
And the coup d'grace of platypi f*cking awesomeness:
It has no teats. None. That f*cking thing just leaks milk into it's fur!
I owe my love of the platypus to Mark Trail, who featured it in a Sunday comic in probably 1989 and started a long running, and now long dead in-joke in my circle of nerds (at the time).
Seriously, this thing could f*ck up your liger with it's poison spurs and that's after you pluck out it's f*cking eyeballs because motherf*cker detects your sh*t through f*cking electromagnetic ESP and sh*t.