Word: waggish - adj - 1: resembling or characteristic of a wag: displaying good-humored mischief; 2: done or made for sport: humorous
The Warrior of Light was tired. It seemed this endless cycle had finally begun to break him down; he could feel the weariness of hundreds, thousands of forgotten cycles pressing upon him all at once. But his journey was almost over. He could rest after this one last confrontation.
The Chaos Shrine seemed larger in his exhausted state, looming in a way impossibly for such a decrepit building. The previously faded carvings of the Fiends writhed within their stone prisons, dulled colors brilliant and blending before his very eyes. The streaming lights converged around the chamber's lone figure, a massive metal frame occupied the imposing throne.
Garland, the Warrior thought as he reached for blade. Once he defeated this man he could return to his companions and stay with them until this fatigue passed. Supposing it would, though he would waste no time on that line of thinking.
"So you have come," Garland's voice boomed. "Have you not yet realized the futility of your continued struggle?"
The Warrior raised his shield, prepared to strike. "As long as I fight I can change the future with my blade! Your endless cycle is no different!"
"So be it." Garland hefted his sword like a club, pointing its blunted tip at his opponent. "But first, answer me one question."
Puzzled but wary, the Warrior of Light nodded. Anything to get this battle over with. He'd fall asleep on his feet if he waited much longer.
Garland paused a moment, seemingly appraising the Warrior before he spoke.
"Why did Cosmos cross the road?"
Everything went red.
The Warrior of Light returned to consciousness with a start. It took him a moment to realize where he was, longer to remember way he was sitting on a thoroughly thrashed Garland.
"One would think after such a long life you would have learned the value of humor," Garland reprimanded from his inglorious position. "Could you not at least have listened to the punchline? I spent centuries refining this joke."
"No."
The Warrior of Light stood, heading for the door on sore legs. Garland was muttering something about 'kids these days' and 'lack of appreciation for the arts' but he didn't care. Garland was defeated enough and now he could go get some sleep.