Adachi
Two Flapperoni Club
Bapple Dinnerworthy
"WHAT DO YOU CALL A MAGE WHO STANDS ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AND NEEDS A RIDE? A WITCH-HIKER!"
"WHAT DO YOU CALL A MAGE WHO STANDS ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AND NEEDS A RIDE? A WITCH-HIKER!"
Bapple took a deep breath and took note of the crowd's reaction to her joke. She clearly succeeded at drawing everyone's attention, but it seemed that this particular joke wasn't a hit. "Tough crowd," Bapple thought to herself. Her energy was still sky-high, so she made the questionable decision to tell another joke. In her mind, the auditorium just needed some warming up. As she was reaching into her back pocket to grab her joke journal, a skinny pale boy walked up to her. Was this a fan? Someone with constructive criticism? A person looking for a friend?
"Hey, uh, could you tone it down? I'm trying to read!"
A heckler. Bapple had experienced this before. In fact, she had experienced a heckler every single time she had done stand-up. A heckler could really kill the tone of a great set, and Bapple was having none of that today. She needed this to go well, seeing as it was her first day of school and she was trying to make a good impression. The best way to deal with a heckler was to tell another, even better joke, to get the audience back on her side, but this was different. She would have to roast this kid to send a message to all other would-be hecklers. A roast so good that it would send the auditorium into a laughing frenzy. A joke so good, that hopefully even the pale boy would laugh. Bapple had been practicing her improv for such an occasion.
She took in a deep breath and yelled again:
"Man, you are so stupid, I bet that you can't even read that book!"
Bapple had failed.
Ghost Toast
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