Novel & Cerita Overwatch Funny

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

“Fuck off! I will be down in twenty minutes.” “I thought so,” Owen laughs while approaching the door. He has just tricked me into getting out of bed and it worked. “See you in an hour lewder,” he says with a smug. At least he can still smile and joke. I like that about him. He really kept me afloat during the dark times. “I said twenty minutes, dummy.” I really hate how predictable I am becoming. “It will be an hour by the time you have your wank and shower,” Owen says with a grin. I really should lock my door.

""The Black Tortoise? Why doesn't he say it's the Azure Dragon while he is at it?" "This punk must have watched too many cartoons and think that we live in a two-dimensional world. He's nothing more than a clueless punk." "This is hilarious! He's not a scammer, he's a stand-up comedian!" Even the aggressive-looking men in the fancy costumes started mocking Woody. James couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Young man, I'm not going to comment on your medical skills. I think you have a knack for entertainment even in such a tense situation."

But I have to train more. It is no doubt that I, especially, have a lot of enemies and I’ve passed the stage of thinking that someone would be my saviour. The sound of metallic clangs of objects make me sneer. Owen is playing with his toys again. It’s either that or he’s worshipping his tools and trust me, after a while in hiding, it gets ridiculously annoying watching him do so. It’s unbearable. This handsome killer is actually a boring geek sometimes. I roll my eyes, getting up and walking to the dart board. I take my knife out its resting place at the center then head towards Owen.

As they were still in their training fits, coupled with the vest and goggles, they looked funny and made jokes of each other. "Oi Shanks, I grew up in the other world and you look just like the teenage mutant ninja turtles I saw on those large screens, what do they call them again?" "Televisions?" "Yes yes, television haha." K, a notorious member known for his jokes, teased a bald muscular member. Shanks didn't show much reaction, he shot K a disdainful look and clicked his tongue like he couldn't be bothered with him. "No discussions. Eye on the road." The leader of the batch of 100 men of war stationed at the gate warned.

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.

The dark humor was so perfectly Jaxx that I couldn't help but laugh. I burst out laughing, the sound bright against the lingering tension in the room. The absurdity of his grim humor never failed to catch me off guard, to remind me that beneath the violence and the control, there was a man who made me laugh in the darkest moments. Jaxx just shrugged, completely unbothered by his own dark wit, though a small smile played at his lips, softening the hard lines of his face.

Both men got up and rushed over, helping him to his feet. Cowboy came in from the hallway stumbling and swaying. “What in the Fuck?” he shouted. “Just a teeny missile, Cowboy, so calm the hell down,” Monster quipped now that the scare was over. The men all glanced at Mr. Brave. Grisha laughed. “You Rebels are funny as hell!” Maverick chuckled. “Yes. Monster doubles as comedy relief.” Crow nodded. “You should see him when a mouse comes into the room.” As if that image flashed through his mind, Grisha tilted his head back with a huge laugh.

He asked. His eyes carried a sort of desperation I'd never seen before, it was cute. A quiet laugh slipped out, I couldn't help it. “What’s so funny?” Owen snapped with a big frown. “Just… irony.” I shrugged. “Irony?” I rested back on my chair, a rare smirk curving up my lips. “Because I seem to be dealing with a similar situation.” Owen’s eyebrows shot up at once. “Wait, you? Is that even possible?”

Then I got tickled… which hardly ever happens but for some reason Oliver’s clear uncomfortableness cracks me the hell up. “Dude!” I shouted. “Where are you even going??” Watching Oliver angrily stomp away down the huge ass parking lot we were in was some funny shit. Frankie was all out doubling over laughing by now and I couldn’t stop spurts of laughter sneaking out either. “D… dude!!!” I yelled again… still laughing. He finally stopped and put his hands on his hips and stared up at the sky … clearly done with our shit. He walked back … slowly.