[She has been messaging him occasional skeleton jokes for a while (maybe just a little more often since they talked about her world), and mission time does not mean she has given up on this duty. However, she has been working on something. A magnum opus of skeleton jokes. Given Sans's time in the anti-pun chamber, it seems like a good time to finish it up and send it to him.
She clears her throat.] Ahem.
In a land of skeletons there was a king Who smiled all the time but laughed at nothing. The town crier announced (though his eyesockets were dry,) "Can you make our king laugh? Come and give it a try!
A handsome reward to whoever does succeed And a position of nobility, the king has decreed!" The skeletons of the land could feel their bones shake And they wondered who amongst them had what it would take.
The king never laughed, not a chuckle to his name, And whoever failed would endure a great shame. The crier said, "See if your joke makes the cut!" But the crier clearly meant, "No body has the guts!"
Hundreds tried, and hundreds failed, Some were embarrassed, and some even wailed. Of all in the land, it seemed that none had the spine And they were down to one skeleton, the last in the line.
But then that one poor skeleton gave his joke And the skeleton king's sense of humer awoke! What the town skeleton said may never be known But we do know it tickled the king's funny bone!
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mission 5; audio, sometime after jail
She clears her throat.] Ahem.
In a land of skeletons there was a king
Who smiled all the time but laughed at nothing.
The town crier announced (though his eyesockets were dry,)
"Can you make our king laugh? Come and give it a try!
A handsome reward to whoever does succeed
And a position of nobility, the king has decreed!"
The skeletons of the land could feel their bones shake
And they wondered who amongst them had what it would take.
The king never laughed, not a chuckle to his name,
And whoever failed would endure a great shame.
The crier said, "See if your joke makes the cut!"
But the crier clearly meant, "No body has the guts!"
Hundreds tried, and hundreds failed,
Some were embarrassed, and some even wailed.
Of all in the land, it seemed that none had the spine
And they were down to one skeleton, the last in the line.
But then that one poor skeleton gave his joke
And the skeleton king's sense of humer awoke!
What the town skeleton said may never be known
But we do know it tickled the king's funny bone!
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has anyone ever told you you're a bone-a fide literary genius
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i just thought itd be fun to try some jokes in poem form since thats what im good at!!!
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keep this up and you'll be famous across all of faerun
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[She definitely looked up bones specifically for jokes.]
which part was ur favorite??? (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)?