"Hᴇʟʟᴏ." They're skeletons. It's all about grins. Death himself always has one of his own, below his glowing blue eyelights.
"I ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ. I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ɪᴛ's ᴡᴏʀᴛʜᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴇᴛ. I ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ. Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ?" Granted, he never laughs. He'll have to find someone to read to and see if they laugh before he decides it's a good joke book.
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Date: 2016-11-07 05:12 am (UTC)"I ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ. I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ɪᴛ's ᴡᴏʀᴛʜᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴇᴛ. I ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ. Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ?" Granted, he never laughs. He'll have to find someone to read to and see if they laugh before he decides it's a good joke book.