Undertale Jokes Novels & Stories

He was funny most of the time but somehow managed to take some of his jokes a little too far. “I like your creativity, but no. Come on, let’s make this a little more interesting people!” I said, now already done with my cider. Dante offered me another one which I wasted no time in raising to my lips. And as I did, everyone took their turn in guessing what activities had been occupying my time. They ranged from assassin training to nude painting and admittedly, we all laughed and drank ourselves silly until Randy yelled out, “Dante hasn’t said what he guessed. Tell her Dante, tell her your lame guess.” Dante rolled his eyes before saying, “It’s not lame!”

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.

Everyone was too tired or too stunned to add anything to the conversation. "I'd be a beaver," Troy said, pouring himself another cup of coffee. Rowan looked shocked. "A beaver? Why on earth–" "Because I've had too dam… much of this conversation this morning." Everyone looked at him. Troy's eyes were shining with mirth as he waited for the group to catch on to his silly joke. Ernest sputtered with laughter, and Gemma rolled her eyes. It took Rowan a moment too long to realize Troy's ridiculous play on words, and the group immediately turned on him, saying he was the toaster of the group now.