ENTRY #3
After a few days, Flame returned to my sentry station, just to talk about some strange things.
"What's with the red and black, everyone fricken wears it?!"
"What is the purpose of sitting here for hours? Like, it's pretty boring!"
"How does weather work down here?"
She's been very talkative, those people are hard to come by. Everyone down here just tolerates eachother. But as crazy as it sounds, I don't really mind her.
I actually found someone who likes my puns, dark humour including.
"How do you make a clown stop laughing?"
She shrugged, "I dunno, how?"
"You shoot him in the face."
I laughed, expecting her to look horrified, but she laughed with me.
"That sure is a twist!" She giggled.
"What's brown and bad for your health?"
"Uh... I dunno." I was half expecting her to say shit, but...
"A bat."
That was a twist! We both started laughing out heads off.
The rest of my shift was filled with horrible and hilarious puns, from both of us.
Soon, we both had to leave, but I think that my shifts just got more interesting.
That's how things went for a few more days.
It was great.
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