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She’s standing over his head with her hands planted firmly on her hips, a miniature version of Quincy in all her scolding glory. “You glorified idiot,” Quincy’s voice rings out in the background, filled with laughter. “Wait a minute,” Tyson starts, his voice sharp with realization. “Is that—” “Yeah, baby!” I shout, laughing so hard my knees feel weak. Tyson lunges for my phone, but I dart out of his reach, twisting and dodging as the video continues. My laughter echoes through the room, unstoppable as Quincy and the girls poke fun at him in the video. Tyson’s flustered attempts to get unstuck are nothing short of comedy gold.

"Pregnancy has become disadvantage to you, Kitcat...I bet he'll tell you the grass is too green for you to step outside tomorrow." "Shut up, Liam. I'm not trying to make jokes." "And see...your pregnancy has become a disadvantage to me too...look at him snapping at me because of a fetus." "I'd advise you to shut your mouth, Liam...his face is getting red, it's about to swell...he's transforming into..." "Angry bird!" Liam and Fredd bursted out into hysterical laughing at their apparently funny joke...but Zillon didn't seem to find it funny, he was as serious as judge. "F*cking idiots..."

If he wasn’t going to be entertaining, my social media feeds would be. I unlocked the screen and a grin instantly spread across my face. “Ha!” I laughed out loud, the sound sharp and sudden in the room. The guy on top of me actually flinched. “V-Victoria? You okay?” “Shut up and keep going,” I snapped, not even looking back at him. “If you can.” My thumbs flew across the screen, scrolling through the glorious, beautiful chaos. Every platform was on absolute fire. My timeline was a waterfall of videos and memes, all about the epic shitstorm at a place called the ‘Fuzzy Bunny.’

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

It’s the aubergine emoji and the water splash one along with the tongue sticking out. It gets harder to breathe. ‘What-‘ I start typing. ‘are you talking about?’ I send the message. ‘Don’t play dumb, we know.’ ‘Lmao’ ‘No escaping sissy’ ‘At least someone’s getting creampied’ ‘Who’s the guy?’ Every message is dropping at once so I don’t have time to check the name tag and know who sent what but each text leaves me confused. Do I just play along? For all I know they could be joking.

"Hey hey. I remember our argument! There's a character named Aloysious Snuffleupagus. What show he's in?" Ameera, daddy and Parker furrowed their eyebrows. "Isn't he in Star Trek?" Parker ask. "I have no idea" Ameera said. "Me too." Daddy also replied. "Pfft." Mommy laugh. We all look at her. "He's in sesame street honey." Is he? "He's the elephant." Mom explained. Oh yeah now I remember! "Oh? I thought he's somewhat included in Teletubbies." Gabriel said matter of fact. I sigh.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”