Charles, Jon and I were walking along one evening.
"Hm I really want to do some hand springs."
"You can make water come from your hands!?"
"Doh ho ho ho ho!"
"Staab, you are a god of wit."
"Or maybe just a demi-god of wit."
"Or the son of a demi-god of wit."
"Or the cousin of a son of a demi-god of wit."
"I have the scent of wit, thrice removed. I touched something that touched something that smelled like wit."
"Kosher wit!"
"Not quite. More like funny pigs."
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