Talk to Mourn
Initial visit:
Good evening, and welcome to Belilafs, Hey Deze's finest (and only) comedy club! My name is Mourn, your host. I'm an empath demon, and I can tell your fortune for you if you make me laugh!
Seriously, please, make me laugh. I haven't had a good laugh in forever. Y'know, it's kind of like how when you work in a pizza parlor, you start hating pizza? Heck, I'll even give you this ancient talisman of unspeakable evil if you can give me a hearty guffaw. Care to give it a try?
| Insult Mourn |
"Hey," you say, "nice horns! It's like you've got two pointed, red horns on top of your head or something! I bet it's -- uh -- hard to wear hats!"
Mourn looks, well, mournful. "It is, actually," he says. "That's not funny. Maybe you should try and soak up some of the ambiance here before you try making me laugh again."
| Try Some Observational Humor |
"So," you say, "have you noticed how damned souls are always wailing and moaning? It's like, 'guys, give it a rest! It's not like your intestines are being wound around a spiked spindle!"
"Actually," Mourn says, sourly, "winding intestines around a spindle is a fairly common way of torturing damned souls. Maybe you should get a little more familiar with Hey Dezeian humor before you try again."
| Try Some Prop comedy |
You grab a pen and draw a moustache on your finger. "Look at me!" you say. "I have a moustache! Ha, ha, ha, look at me and my moustache."
Mourn groans and rolls his glowing red eyes. "You know what helps when you're doing prop comedy?" he asks. "Props. Maybe you should soak up some ambiance before you try that again."
