[Action] Skele-PUN Show

[get_dunked]

[Pick a bar, any bar, and Sans will be there. Dressed in his trademark blue winter coat and shorts, adorned with a sparkly red tie, he was putting on a show for a relatively small audience that were actually curious about the comedic nature of a skeleton.

A round of unsure applause, Sans steps out on stage as the show begins.]

thank ya, thank ya. yer all too kind. so, i went to bed last night and boy was i tired.

[Instant rimshot followed by nervous chuckling.]

the other day, my brother, papyrus, hit his funny bone. it was humerus.

[Instant rimshot...]

i met my bud, napstablook, on the elevator last week. so i ask him, "why does a ghost need to ride a elevator?" he replies, "to lift my spirits."

[A bored instant rimshot...]

now, my brother always complains that i don't do any work. that's just not true. i work a lot. i work... a skele-TON.

[The rimshot guy gets up and walks out.]

that's all i have today. ya've been a great audience. don't forget to tip yer waitstaff, and make sure they're not hurt.

thank ya, i'll be here all week.

[Sans puts the microphone back on its stand and he walks off the stage.]

Comments

[swordprincess]

[At first Karla seems confused at the first few puns. But the latter ones seem to sink in with their meaning, and she even finds herself chuckling by the time he's done.]

Well, that was...interesting.

[get_dunked]

it's funny stuff, huh?

[Where the hell did he come from? He wasn't there a second ago.]

[swordprincess]

[Karla turned to face him, but didn't seem at all bothered by his sudden appearance. Wow, he gets around quick, doesn't he?]

Indeed. [Another giggle.] So, do you do this often?

[get_dunked]

i try to. when i'm not napping or eating.

[or hunting humans.]

[swordprincess]

Of course. We all need to sleep and eat, don't we?

Is it hard coming up with different jokes like that?

[She can't imagine he would tell the same jokes every time. People would get bored then.]

[get_dunked]

nah. it's harder to stop thinking of new jokes.

[swordprincess]

Really? That's...odd... How is that harder?

[creativedifferences]

[Ibuki was sold well enough at "skeleton comedian". Okay so it's not zombies Thriller-dancing but it's still not something she's really seen before and she can't help but be curious.

During the show itself, Ibuki is probably one of the few genuinely enthusiastic in her applause. Okay the puns are a little silly...a lot silly, but Ibuki likes silly and besides, this is still novel to her and that counts for a lot.

But one of the puns has set her curiosity going and that means accosting him once he's appropriately recovered from his stage set - as a fellow performer, she knows better than to crowd him straight away even if she is keen.]

So here's a question Ibuki has always wondered. Why's it called the funny bone when it's the least funniest bone to hit?

[Because obviously a skeleton would know this.]

[get_dunked]

if ya feel pain just right, it makes ya giggle, and that makes other people giggle. it also feels weird. people can usually relate, so they laugh.

[Right or wrong, all that matters is laughing. Even if you hit your funny bone, laughing always feels good.]

[creativedifferences]

Really? Huh. I guess that makes sense...Ibuki just never thought of it that way before. Or maybe she's just not enough of a masochist.

[It's probably the former. Just one of those things she's never put much thought into before someone gave her incentive to think about it.]

Strange how there aren't any other bones like that. Like a sad bone or a sweary bone...just a funny one. Why is that, I wonder?

[get_dunked]

because a sweary bone wouldn't be suitable for all audiences.

[Hmm...]

though i hear vampires one such bone. it drives them batty.

[creativedifferences]

True, true. A frustrated bone, then?

[And oh. Oh he's good. And she's going to play along, though she's not quite the punmaster he apparently is.]

Wow, poor vamps. Bet that must really suck.

[get_dunked]

[Yay for playing along!]

it does. it's a real pain in the neck.

[creativedifferences]

Guess that's the price they pay for living the bitelife.

[Bite, night, close enough for her.]

[get_dunked]

[He was chuckling now. This was fun, but he has a important date with a snack bar and a bed to get to.]

i like ya. tell ya what, how about i sell ya snack of my own invention. a fried snowball. only 5 red bills if yer interested.

[creativedifferences]

Fried snowball?

[Something should be telling Ibuki to be cautious round about here. All she hears is that someone has found a way to make the seemingly impossible happen and given the other improbable things she's seen happen...]

Well, Ibuki's gotta get in on that. Gotta support a new friend, right?

[Because he's a pretty cool skeleton-guy, Ibuki has already decided.]

[get_dunked]

did i say 5 red bills? i meant 500.

[He was never done playing with her. Please don't be mad at him.]

[creativedifferences]

500?!

[Ibuki is gullible but perhaps fortunately for her, Ibuki is on limited income right now. Lucky he didn't catch her later in her career...]

Aww. Ibuki doesn't have that kind of cash to spend right now. Even if it does sound pretty nomtacular.

[get_dunked]

[She needs to meet his brother.]

ah forgettabout it. have one on the house.

[He'll just somehow put a fried snowball on Ibuki's head.]

or rather, it's on you.

[creativedifferences]

[Ibuki and Papyrus would be a complete trainwreck. As it is, she merely has to contend with something on her head that shouldn't be there and if it's reaction he wants, he won't be disappointed.]

Ah! But Ibuki isn't a house, she's pretty sure she wouldn't be comfy to live in and how is it staying on my head and not melting?

[Probably, as she'll find out when she lifts a hand to investigate, because it has managed to lodge itself between the hair-horns.]

[youfool]

[Ted peeked in to the Rusty Nail, every so often, to see if they'd ever gotten the bartender they needed to fill in. So far, no luck, and Ted wasn't about to fill and and trouble the poor owners with his tenuous notoriety. That's when he spotted Death doing a stand-up routine. This he had to see.

It was certainly the death of comedy. The jokes were so monumentally awful that he couldn't help but laugh. The others were...mixed. Many were deathly silent, wondering what sins they'd committed to be so entertained. Some howled with comedy, though whether this was due to appreciation or inebriation was unclear. If Ted had any self-awareness, he'd know himself for an outlier, dressed in colorful clothes with out-of-place gaiety. How he wished he had brought someone along to experience the humor's felling with him. He'd try and express his pleasure personally later on, as a result of taking Sans far too seriously.]

"That was terrible, Sans, hahaha. You met your brother? To say nothing of this Napstablook fellow." It aroused his curiosity; here he thought he knew everyone in Everglade.