Novel & Cerita Quirky Humour

My laughter faded into the air. “No,” the sound of his laughter also faded. “Then why are you sounding like a quack?” “Do I?” Nodding my head, “Fucking yah. It’s only a quack who will speak about love to a man like me.” “Then I think I'm one.” Snapping my fingers, “Shoot!!…. I knew it. You are indeed one.” Waving my hand slightly in the air, my face adjusted to neutral. “Enough of the jokes. I came here to get answers, and that’s what I'm fucking waiting for.”

“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.”

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

His witty remarks, laced with sarcasm, hang in the air, momentarily lightening the heavy atmosphere of the dungeon. I engage in a brief exchange of words with Tyler, our conversation punctuated by his dry wit and dark humor. He uses jokes as a shield, deflecting the severity of our predicament. The irony isn't lost on me; while I pity his situation, he seems oddly detached, finding solace in jests even when the reality of our captivity looms over us.

His booming voice filled the air with glee, As he entertained us, setting spirits free. "Let's say old time jokes, shall we?" Chants of 'yes' sounded around the room. "Did you hear about the vampire who opened a bakery? He got into a lot of trouble because his cakes were always too bloody." The room erupted with laughter, a joyful sound, As we all shared in the mirth that went around. Stephanie chimed in with a witty remark, Adding to the humor, making the atmosphere spark. "Alpha Darwin, have you heard the one about the talking dog?

Marc slid his fingers together as if trying to work out a complex puzzle. "Okay. Let's try this a different way. Boys are so damn complicated." "Fat, wicked and complicated. Is this supposed to be making me feel better?" "Why haven't you called her?" His mother picked up her cup, seeming to ignore his silly bantering. Humor was the weapon of choice for him - it always was. Anything that made him uncomfortable or feel out of place and he would reach for humor every time. He leaned over to blow at the top of his drink, the steam lifting the smell of chocolate into the air. He breathed in deeply, knowing that his mother was going to keep after him until he completely spilled.

She frowned and then took another drink of her beer. “I bet that you spent your days making voodoo dolls of the Lycan Kings and Queens and stick pins in them!” This came from Eric who also worked in the kitchen. He had a darkness to him and had a rather interesting taste in dark humour. He was funny most of the time but somehow managed to take some of his jokes a little too far.

" Ian frowned at the question. Ian (8:15 pm) : What kind stupid question are you asking? Irritating Twat (8:16 pm) : Don't know the answer? Ian (8:16 pm): No. Irritating Twat (8:17 pm) : Because it is made out of cells! Haha! Ian gaped at the message for a long time before a small laugh escaped his mouth. The joke was really lame but it was funny.

His features twisted out of confusion. “How? I mean what's better than having someone relieve your stress.” “If someone can make me happy, it can have an opposite effect too. it's like giving someone an authority to ruin you.” maybe it was very extreme idea. But, being cautious never disgusts you, right? “C’mon, it's not that bad.” He smiled goofily. “Why are you laughing? Don't you have the same concerns about Sara. Your girl.” His features chenged and became a bit rigid. I knew, I caught him off guard. Quinn was too crazy to figure out things like that.

That's, absurdity to the highest degree! Irresistible my rotten shit! "It's just amusing how distinct you seem right now. Did you win a jackpot or something?" I give him that. I just feel like I need to play within the margins of his imbecility to soothe his ego. But damn! His hoax has imprinted a perpetual smirk on my face that I am unable to cloak. I can't brush it off even by taking my gazes off him. I guess this is the most humorous thing I have ever heard of.