Mental Disorder

The other day I drew a picture.  It was a nice picture.  It was of a duck-billed platypus with a unicorn horn, surveying a stack of pancakes, unaware of the presence of a militant worm with a bazooka.  Perfectly normal, unless you consider the fact that this was all taking place on the top of a giant green mushroom.  The sun may have also been a glowing purple corpse.  But anyway.  It was a nice, innocent, peaceful picture.

Behold:

Proud of myself, I emailed the picture to a friend of mine, sure he would appreciate my vast artistic abilities.

His response was slightly different than I had anticipated.

Sigh... at least we appear to have the same sort of mental disorder.