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ajremixTitle: A Laugh Riot
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 232
Characters: York, Wyoming
Summary: It's the battle of the laughs.
Since the choosing of the top Freelancer there was essentially a cold war between two camps of humor. On one side was Wyoming. On the other side was everyone else. Though, if one wanted to get technical, there was a third side consisting of people without a sense of humor. And most of the 'other side' tolerating Wyoming's knock knock jokes with the sole exception of York who refused to admit they were funny.
"I guess you need a corny sense of humor to go along with that mustache," the locksmith said.
"Good job I'm not trying to impress you with either," the Brit replied.
"You're not going to impress anyone with either. Seriously, man- there is no such thing as a funny knock knock joke."
Wyoming sniffed imperiously, lifting his head in order to stare at York down the beak of his nose. "Perhaps to an unsophisticated palate like yours."
"Because knock knock jokes are the pinnacle of sophistication." York leaned forward on his elbows while the others agents watched the argument in varying degrees of vague interest and waiting for fists to fly. "I'll bet I can top your best one, hands down."
"Very well. Challenge accepted." Wyoming shifted, shoulders squared off for battle. "Knock knock."
"Come in."
Around them, the audience spluttered into laughter. York sat back with a smug grin. Wyoming sneered at the lot of them. "Philistines."
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 232
Characters: York, Wyoming
Summary: It's the battle of the laughs.
Since the choosing of the top Freelancer there was essentially a cold war between two camps of humor. On one side was Wyoming. On the other side was everyone else. Though, if one wanted to get technical, there was a third side consisting of people without a sense of humor. And most of the 'other side' tolerating Wyoming's knock knock jokes with the sole exception of York who refused to admit they were funny.
"I guess you need a corny sense of humor to go along with that mustache," the locksmith said.
"Good job I'm not trying to impress you with either," the Brit replied.
"You're not going to impress anyone with either. Seriously, man- there is no such thing as a funny knock knock joke."
Wyoming sniffed imperiously, lifting his head in order to stare at York down the beak of his nose. "Perhaps to an unsophisticated palate like yours."
"Because knock knock jokes are the pinnacle of sophistication." York leaned forward on his elbows while the others agents watched the argument in varying degrees of vague interest and waiting for fists to fly. "I'll bet I can top your best one, hands down."
"Very well. Challenge accepted." Wyoming shifted, shoulders squared off for battle. "Knock knock."
"Come in."
Around them, the audience spluttered into laughter. York sat back with a smug grin. Wyoming sneered at the lot of them. "Philistines."
