Theatrical Muse 362, Tell a Joke

The Master left this one to me – you might not want to know his idea of a jolly jape, and you could be into your next century before you know if the joke’s on you. He doesn’t always want to sing too much about his sense of humor anyway.

Trouble is, I’m not much for jokes. The last one I heard was in a bar in one of the Hell-dimensions. I guess it was a joke, anyway. Some guy with horns told it as though it was, but given what the place was like he could have been serious. What do you think?

Apparently this guy went into their local ER, grabbed the arm of a man in a white coat and said,

“Doctor, Doctor – I keep on seeing the spirits of the departed, drifting through the shadows around me. Their eyes are fire and their teeth are fangs, and they cry out to me. It’s terrible. Can you help me?”

The guy in the white coat stared at him and said,

“Well, that’s (er) … not quite my … have you seen the Duty Psychiatrist?”

“Oh no,” said the patient, “I didn’t even know that he was dead.”
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Yeah, well. I’m usually in the chorus line. I don’t do stand-up.

I’ve got to get busy anyway. It’ll be no joke when the Master gets back. I can’t stop his paid journal from running out and he ain’t going to like it.

Muse; Sweet the Singing Demon,
Fandom, BTVS,
Words; 243