And on the seventh day, he took a motrin and laid down

• God: Gabe, stop, I'm working.
• Gabriel: I WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING TOOOOOOO!
• God: Here's a box of parts, go nuts.
• God: -several hours later- Gabe? Where are you, my son?
• Gabriel: DAD, LOOKIT!
• God: Dafuq is that?
• Gabriel: A PLATYPUS!