Novel & Cerita Sardonic Humor

"Nice is the nice way to say boring." There he was again, attacking. "Guess we're fitting then. And no. Nice as in you can talk to him. He knows how to listen. And- and he's funny too." "I'm funny." I huffed. "Not really." his eyebrows shot up at my disagreement and I couldn't help a small laugh. "Sarcastic? Yes. But you're not funny, are you?" "If you mean I'm not a clown, then you're right. I'm not." he grumbled and now was my turn to roll my eyes at his grimacing expression.

he cried. But even if the situation was very hard for the two of us, someone behind my back clapped and faked a cry. “Bravo! Bravo! Majestic acting skills! Very on point,” he said. And the room was full of laughter. And thanks to Dr. Karsyn’s insensitive self. Please take note of the sarcasm.

It didn't necessarily have to be based on height, beards and body stature, but as long as one improved in knowledge and had the better understanding of what the world considered for him, then he was good to go. "As arrogant as his father!" he sneered at me, dropping his hands by his side and then clenching them into fists, glaring at me with an angered face. "Oh please! Don't bring the dead weak man into this" I said. "So you did know he was weak!" He asked hysterically, laughing as the room was quiet. I guess his joke was more boring than the word itself. I wish his humour was humorous enough, but they lacked the contents which made it really less of what he wanted it to be.

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.

Kevin, ever vigilant, quickly intervened, understanding that Cathari's unique brand of humor had no place in the courtroom. ‌ "Let's not turn this into a comedy show," Kevin quipped, his tone firm yet laced with a subtle witticism. He knew that this trial hinged on strategic argumentation, not sarcastic banter. His immediate response was an unspoken veto to Cathari's idea, a silent declaration that her deadpan humor could derail their already delicate situation. ‌

The kind that comes out when something is so ridiculous your body doesn't know how else to react. "Do you think I'm joking?" I asked, my voice rising slightly. "Do you think everything I just said out there meant nothing? That I just said all of that and you can just say two words and I'll... what? Just forget it?" "That's not what I think," Khiron replied calmly. "Then what exactly are you doing right now?" "I'm being serious." I laughed again, sarcastically now, with no warmth in it whatsoever. "You're serious," I repeated, like saying the words out loud might make them make more sense. They didn't.

She said sarcastically while her friends are laughing mockingly. "Oww really? Then why are you here? Are you also a bitch trying to make fun with a bitch like me?" Sashi replied with so much sarcasm. She also heard the ghost Clark laughed behind her hardly. "What did you say? You really is a slut! You didn't even have any regrets that you're the reason why Clark is lying in a bed now! Because you're such an attention seeker!" Larah's voice echoed in the covered court. Sashi is already pissed. She gritted her teeth before facing Larah again.

He laughed a lot when he was in trouble and when he was to cause trouble but not on any instance did he never laughed for a good cause and neither was his laughter genuine at any point. "Well, you really do amuse me Ron and i appreciate that. I see you are being the tough guy all over again, taking out my men and slowly outnumbering us without any effort..nice one. I must commend you for your exceptional fighting skills. Yet, you amuse me ," he said with a short laugh. "You are amused by everything because you are sick and you have a lopsided sense of humor that will never let you laugh to the right things," Ron said. Mike's brows furrowed.

"I'm not good at understanding sarcasm." Rosie looked up, meeting his gaze once again. She furrowed her eyebrows, confused. Anthony let out a small laugh at the look of confusion on her face. "I have a hard time understanding when someone is being sarcastic. I take things too literal, I suppose." Rosie's lip tugged upwards in a grin. She didn't know if he was joking or not, but she appreciated his attempt at making her feel better about herself. "I don't like sarcasm."

I tell him. He chuckles, “Just one?” “Just one that would offend you, sir,” I shoot back, my tone not particularly nice, “When I take tea with other people, I tend to converse with them. And when I converse with people, I'm likely to do so in a polite and friendly manner. And when that happens ....” “Sarcasm doesn't become you," His eyes narrows. “And when that happens,” I continue in a louder voice, “The strangest thing occurs. Not all the time, mind you, and probably not with you, Typhon, but I'm sure you wouldn't like to chance it.”