Dark Humor Hypothetical Questions Mga Nobela at Kwento

She had an amused smile plastered on her face, like she was joking about adding too much sugar in my coffee. It took me a moment to recover before I finally replied, "Of course not. I don't even like bars. I was starting to get really scared if I had a doppelganger whom you might have seen instead." Why the fuck did I say that?? Now this weirdo would think I found her very expensive and not so funny prank, amusing. Melanie clapped her hands once, "See?! I think we both have the sense of humor. Oh my goodness, you Moonlight Pack folks are too serious to take a joke. " She commented and started to chuckle.

Would you rather die now, or never at all, not for the rest of time? “Would you rather find another stupid game, or walk the rest of the way home?” I said, but I was joking. “Spoil-fucking-sport! Out he comes, Mr Grumpy!” Soren laughed. “Quick-fire round, your turn,” Cloe said, and her attention was all on me. “Would you rather… work the rest of your life or retire right now?” “Work the rest of my life.” “Would you rather… have bogeys for saliva, or piss for saliva?”

“What is?” “You know far more about me than I know about you.” “You’re free to ask questions.” “Fine. Why are you like this?” His expression flattened. I laughed. “I’m serious.” “That isn’t a serious question.” “You’re rude. You work constantly. You assume you’re right about almost everything. You have the patience of a starving animal.” “Is there a question coming?” “How did you become you?” Harvey looked at me for a long moment. Then, surprisingly, he answered.

How can I enter his mouth with a fly or a mosquito in my mouth? "Huh? I didn't hear anyone yelling... maybe you heard it wrong or maybe... HAHAHA!" he laughed at the end. What's so funny? Am I joking? I was not even informed that I was joking. That's not a joke, that's a stupid question! "Maybe... What? What??" "Maybe you're not cleaning your ears pfft!" "Ha Ha Ha! What do you think of me, you're really like that ewww!! Pfft you want me to lick my ear!" I said laughing at the end.

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

I exhaled in disbelief, and he chuckled. “Relax, I was just kidding.” He chuckled and placed the mug on the ground. “Try to take jokes sometimes. It’s very refreshing.” “The matter I am questioning is not something to be joked about. And those jokes are definitely not funny or refreshing!” “Okay, okay. I understand. I will answer your questions, truthfully of course. But first, I have a question for you.” The amusement in his eyes was replaced by seriousness. I nodded for him to ask away.

“That was... something.” He didn’t even flinch. “Tough crowd,” he muttered under his breath. Tough crowd? Was this a boardroom or open mic night? --- Then came the coffee break. I’d barely made it to the break room when he cornered me with another one of his “brilliant” jokes. “What do you call a sad cup of coffee?” he asked, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. Against my better judgment, I played along. “What?” “A depresso.”

Scooba diving was our initial plan but it wasn’t something we could do with a child. “You seem off? Is there anything you want to share?” I asked him offering him a can of beer as we soaked in the bright sun. He had his shades on, his flimsy white shirt waved in the wind. He removed them and gave me a look which I find hard to decipher. I do not want a complex to harbour between us. “If I tell you that I have killed many people, would you believe?” Came his absurd and bold question. I retreated and blinked my eyes. I didn’t understand how was I suppose to answer this question. He can definitely kill someone by his devilish looks but he can’t kill someone. Can he?

he quipped. “If I wasn’t Sarah Blake, just some nobody, would you even look my way?” He paused, the question hitting harder than he expected. “If you weren’t Sarah Blake, I wouldn’t have glanced at you.” Her pulse quickened. “Care to elaborate?” “Hypotheticals don’t change reality.” “Fine. One more question." He raised an eyebrow, irritation flickering. “You've got one shot.” “What happens when you get bored? Will you take the baby and leave me with nothing?”

He responded. “To you. Living so freaking long already would probably make even shitting funny.” I retorted. “It’s not.” “I thought it would be.” “That means you don’t get it.” He shook his head with a regretful expression. I fired back. "I don’t want to. But you should know that not every serious moment needs a joke that only benefits you. If I ask you a question, you’re supposed to give me the right answer.” “I did give you the answer.”