GHOST. TRICK.
TIME TILL DEATH: IT'S HEEEEERE
guardian angel but instead of being sent as a gift from god or whatever they just hit someone with their car and felt so bad about it that they appointed themself as their guardian angel to make up for it
this year you disguised yourself as:
coral 10023 times
ocean floor 8064 times
coconut shell 244 times
various fish 196 times
scuba divers long lost wife 12 times
XKCD: Linguistics club.
Luckily, this is a trivial problem to anyone who’s familiar with the etymology of hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian (and if not, I strongly endorse looking it up).
(And as Stan Carey points out on twitter, The first rule of Linguistics Club is: You study how people talk about Linguistics Club.)
I do like the fact that Cabanela's outfit, scarf aside, is completely monochrome - he seems to wear a lot of grey for someone whose goal is to be "spotless white"! I know the coat is the ~symbolic~ part of what he wears, but I still like the detail, and wonder if it was supposed to mean something.
A blue blur flittered past Jowd’s face and onto the head of a green haired, very short man.
“Damn Bird!”
“She doesn’t do anything, Jowd.”
“Except bother me”.
“She just sits on my head,” Pigeon Man protested. “If you don’t like it, that’s your problem”.
“She sits. On your head.”
“Yes.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes”.
“She doesn’t eat, sleep, anything. She just sits on your head.”
They both knew where this was going. Jowd was going to make a snarky comment. Pigeon Man braced himself in the silence before the storm.
“So, like pige-on, pige-off except it doesn’t”.
“That was so bad.” Pigeon Man replied, slightly underwhelmed. “I thought you could do better”
“Hey, I’m just making these up on the fly!”
“Yeah, well toucan play at that game”
Jowd’s face switched from a smile to mocking surprise. “This is cruel, you’re robin me of my jokes!”
“They’re very cheep”.
“Owl say so”.
“Wouldn’t it be Owl’d?”
“No time for grammar when you’re punning on a roll, Bird Brain”.
Pigeon man rolled his eyes. “Crow up and get out of here”.
“Never” Jowd was smirking now, and with another snarky remark they would be laughing, but he was waiting. The time had to be right. The stage had to be set for the ultimate joke.
But his face dropped as he realised…
“I’m out of bird puns”.