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[ Felassan is tragically a grandpa who's to new to fantasy IMs to write "lol" or even "hahahaha." But he does laugh, alone in the woods, with his little bird device. ]

A dead-end.

That's perfect. I'm going to use that one.

How do you become an executioner?

[thecodexabides]

[Gadriel takes no credit for the quality of the joke, because it was written down. He had simply executed his portion of it...poorly apparently. ]

is that a joke as well?
Because if so,
I do not know. [See? He understands joke structures! Kinda.]

[loosed]

[ Much better job than Felassan did, congrats. ]

You axe nicely.

[thecodexabides]

[In Felassan's credit, there was context that it was a joke. And still Gadriel asked. ]

... Of course that would be a require--
OH.

It is a pun. [He got there. Eventually. All by himself!]

[loosed]

It is a pun.

What brought this on?

[thecodexabides]

What brought what on?

Is this also a joke? [New level of confusion. Once you walk down this bumpy path of humor, it is hard to tell where it ends. Gadriel hates it. ]

[loosed]

No.

I just did not realize you liked me enough to send me jokes for no reason.

[thecodexabides]

it is an assigned penance from the Inquisitor.

[Whom Gadriel knows better than to disobey.]