The room sat empty but for the echoes of yesterday. In the cracked mirror, she saw the reflection of adventures untravelled.
Beside her, a huge stuffed bear clutched a broken telephone. Its label read "Emergency Comedy Hotline - Press Ear to Listen."
An awkward pause filled the air, almost as thick as Grandma's mashed potatoes at last Thanksgiving.
Especially when Steve, dressed as a chicken, misplaced his existential crisis under a hat. The hat clucked back.
Later on, a promise was made in whispered tones: "We'll out-pun the universe one day, just you wait."
They still haven't decided on the punchline, partly due to Gerald's unforeseen dance solo involving spaghetti limbs.
When the world crashed like a poorly timed slide gag, they took refuge under an umbrella labeled "Unity."
Visit the Desperate Joy of Clowns or perhaps find solace in the Phantom Hunger of Wisdom.