Novel & Cerita Funny Overwatch

“Lad, you’re in coach. You’ll get a bag of crisps and be grateful.” I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing so loudly that I’d wake our snoring neighbor. “It’s not that funny,” growled Olivier. “Oh, oh, oh,” was all I could say between snorts and guffaws. “You think you can get meals on coach! You’re adorable. What else? Do you think you get free cocktails and a hot towelette?” I nearly peed my pants laughing. Big Guy’s right eye opened to look at me. “Loud,” he said.

Bren won of course, and the rest of them fell somewhere in between with me being dead last. I didn’t really care. I don’t think I have ever laughed as hard as I did tonight. The best part was when Warrick stepped a little too close to the start of the lane when he was bowling and nearly fell on his ass from the oil, they slick the lanes with. He laughed so hard that it took him a few seconds before he was composed enough to bowl again and I had tears streaming down my cheeks and my sides were cramping from me laughing so hard.

The tension in his shoulders eased, the anger giving way to a sudden, overwhelming sense of relief. They shared a glance once more, and then, as if some invisible force had given them a go-ahead, their faces switched at the same time. A grin split Owen’s face, and before he knew it, he was laughing, the sound echoing off the tiled walls and small room. Michael also caught up in the moment, joined him, and the two of them cackled like they had not done in a long time. The two tigers of a few minutes ago had suddenly become hyenas.

To my immense astonishment, on the arena ground lay the Draven twins on their backs groaning and clutching their noses while Ryder and Chester giggled and slammed their bulky side waists on each other’s with glee. “What just happened ?” I asked in surprise. “The Red Team won an easy point and it was so hilarious,” Vanessa laughed. “Yeah I can see that but how did they manage to do that ?” I asked in obvious shock. “Uh well I am guessing the Red Team boys farted on the Draven twin’s faces first coz the the Blue Team seemed to be stunned shock for a moment and had scrunched up noses on their faces before they were pushed out by the Red Team’s asses,” Vanessa narrated.

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“I’ll be back. Until then, be an awesome Luna and lead your pack. You’ll do great.” I sniffled and wiped my tears. “You really are awesome.” I replied. Olivia whipped her short hair over her shoulder dramatically. “I know, I’m such a fucking Dalai Lama.” She joked. “Same wisdom, just more swear words.” I giggled while Olivia nodded to Alessandro. “You take care of her.” She said. Alessandro nodded. “I will.” Something glittered in Olivia’s eyes. “Oh I know you will.” She said. “If you don’t, I’ll shave your eyebrows off and tell everyone that wants to listen that you have a wiener the size of a peeled crayfish, is that clear?”

Marco wheezed. I pointed accusingly at everyone. “This is exactly why nobody likes hockey players.” “We’re literally one of the most popular groups on campus,” Corey said. “That somehow makes it worse.” Across the room, Logan was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. The traitor. The absolute traitor. “You think this is funny?” “Extremely.” I threw a throw pillow at him. He caught it one-handed. Still laughing. Show-off. “I cannot believe you.” “I can.”

I didn’t even hesitate as I swiped and brought the phone to my ear. Her voice slipped through, light at first until she started laughing hysterically. “What’s so funny, Olivia?” I asked, letting the smirk carry into my voice. She kept wheezing, trying to catch her breath. “F–fuck,” she finally managed, still giggling between breaths. “I lost it when I saw the briefcase and the dead-face emoji. What was that even for?” I smiled as I leaned my head back against the seat, watching the city blur past the tinted glass.

Soon, thousands of hardened fighters were fake-laughing in perfect unison—loud, desperate, terrified laughter meant to save their lives. “Hahaha!” “Hahahaha!” “HA HA HA HA!” Lena blinked rapidly, looking back and forth between me and the sea of grown men laughing like their lives depended on it. I flashed her my most innocent grin. “See? They’re just messing around.” "Baby...your coworkers are very strange,” she said slowly. “I agree,” I nodded seriously. “Very strange. Come on, let’s take the front seats and watch the next match.” Lena’s face fell. She looked up at me with pleading eyes.