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she replied, still trying to process the unexpected humor. Fabian nodded, his face remaining impassive. "Yes, I have a peculiar sense of humor. I find it amusing to deliver jokes with a deadpan expression. It keeps things interesting, wouldn't you agree?" Stellina couldn't help but laugh, relieved that her impression of Fabian's comment was misconstrued. "Indeed, Fabian. Your deadpan humor definitely caught me off guard. I appreciate the levity in this serious situation."

Emily scratched her neck trying to look for a suitable lie " Tell me. It sounds kinda fun ." " So the thing is that, on this faithful day , we'll put soy sauce inside everything thing. Like every food and drink ." Hana finished explaining with a nervous smile " Oh , no wonder the food tasted somehow in the morning. " She turned to face Emily who looked away not wanting their eyes to meet " I could imagine the hilarious reaction of Gabriel. " Alicia said smiling " You should have seen it. It was pricelessly funny . "Emily added remembering the look on his face . She burst out laughing again

Damiano clicked his tongue in annoyance as he kept looking at me. “She’s my sister.” I blinked. Then I burst out in laughter. “That’s like the oldest excuse in the book.” I wiped the tears from my eyes as I continued to chuckle. “You didn’t strike me as the type of person with a sense of humor, but that joke was really good.” A crease formed between his brows as he looked at me, likely trying to figure out if I had lost my mind. I probably had. My laughter died down when I heard faint voices outside the office.

“Holy sh*t! This is the first time I have ever met someone this funny! Are you a moron?” “Did this guy watch too many TV dramas? Does he really think that he can get money out just by putting a sticker and pretending to be rich? Does he even have a brain?” The crowd broke into peals of laughter. They had seen people who tried to boast, but they had never met anyone who showed off the way Harvey did. Anyone who dared to walk around with a card that had an Amex Black Card sticker on it must be either a dumbass, or a moron. This was priceless!

“Maybe he is a dick, but so be it. Let it bounce off.” “I’m your boss and your friend,” I pointed out, smiling as I joked. My day needed a spot of humor in it. “Or are you saying I’m a dick, too?” She stuck her tongue out at me, giggling. “If you had one, maybe you would’ve been one. Who knows?” “I know,” I told her. “I would never have treated anyone that way, with or without a dick. There is no excuse.”

They’re going to have a heyday with this. Of course, Lancer leads the charge. He can never resist the opportunity for a good joke, ribbing, or practical jesting. Are they all the same thing? Perhaps more like skewering someone on the sharpened end of the pike of his wit. That might be closer to the truth. “Wooooeeee. Going au naturel, I see.” “What’s wrong with a little hair on the biscuit?” Atlas might appear to be on my side, but he’s got his hand pressed to his mouth to stifle a laugh.

“If he didn’t mean to, why would he even consider telling me?” Hailey was speechless. “I just wanted to tease you.” She instantly found this funny. "Now I understand why your mother was so surprised when you made a joke last time." "This man genuinely lacks the brain cells necessary for humor." He likely only cracks jokes when he's in a particularly good mood; he's that peculiar. Hailey's laughter was making Travis feel a bit embarrassed. Fortunately, his habit of maintaining a poker face prevented her from noticing.

Noah flinched, “Well, let’s look at the bright side… at least he didn’t vaporize himself.” Blackie snorted, “…he can’t vaporize himself any more than you can soothe yourself.” “Oh. Well… at least he didn’t vaporize the water he’d already drunk?” “Yeah, good thing that one finely steamed stomach wasn’t on the menu…” “…Blackie …I realize that black humor fits in well with your name… and personality… but there is such a thing as being too black!” QAQ (≖_≖) “Is that a veiled insult where you tell me that I shouldn’t be myself, Black?”

"Rude! I’m a model citizen. I only commit crimes against humor. Not that I’d ever need to rob a bank!" "Crimes against humor," I chuckled. "That’s one way to put it. Your dad jokes are a whole different category." "Hey!" he said, pretending to be offended. "My dad jokes are basically an art form." He pointed at me like a teacher about to drop knowledge. "Why did the scarecrow get promoted?" I shot him a wary look. "Frank—" "Because he was outstanding in his field," he declared, laughter bubbling up as he reveled in his own joke.

he said, picturing Valor with a flamethrower that he probably couldn’t even hold, let alone use efficiently. Sush’s index finger up and his animal sat, recognizing as the cue that she was about to make a point. “I don’t inject, Your Grace. I extract. Humor is always there. The ones who can’t find it are either lacking in creativity, mindful about not offending someone, or they’re mourning a loss. Otherwise, like happiness and sadness, amusement can be found in everything. It’s just a matter of perspective.” After reading her file, she was the last person he’d expected to be able to find humor in any - let alone every - situation.