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Missing Humor
Laura watched Wade shovel a chimichanga into his mouth with his mask pulled up just enough for him to eat comfortably. Her tray sat untouched except for roll she picked up, examined, and replaced.
"So if you're a clone of Old, Ancient, and Furry, does that mean you have his sense of humor too?" Wade asked with a mouth full of food.
"Old is a synonym for ancient. Using both was redundant." Laura corrected.
"You wanna hear a joke? I gota million of 'em." He replied, ignoring her comment.
"I am not sure I understand."
"Okay, this will make you laugh." He almost sounded like he was conversing with himself if he hadn't openly addressed her. Laura found herself more confused than she'd been in a long time. "What do you call a group of unorganized cats?"
Laura arched a brow.
"A Cat-astrophe!" Wade shouted and chuckled. "Did you hear about the sensitive burglar?"
Again she didn't respond.
"He takes things personally." He laughed and held out his hand. "Get it?"
"Yes." She nodded.
"'Kay, here's another. What do you call four bullfighters standing in quicksand?" He started chuckling before he got the answer out. "Quatro Sinko."
"I do not understand why you are laughing." Laura said.
"Oh you'll like this one. Why is there a gate around cemeteries?" He asked and paused for only two seconds. "Because people are dying to get in!" He held up his hand. "This is my favorite one. How do crazy people go through the forest?" He began laughing again. "They take the psycho path." He sobered when he noticed she hadn't even begun to smile. "What do you find funny?"
"I enjoyed stabbing you in the leg earlier." A small smile appeared on her lips, bringing a shining light to her green eyes before disappearing altogether.
He made a face at her and stuck out his tongue. "You're mean."
