"Ah, but is it a quirky sense of humour?" Skulduggery questioned thoughtfully. "Can it be called quirky if it's the sense of humour upon which every other one is based? Doesn't that make every other one quirky?"
"Skulduggery-" Valkyrie tried to cut him off before he could get too far along that train of thought. She was still having trouble thinking of God as an actual being, rather than a concept - she really didn't feel like arguing the finer points of his humour. Or... His humour? Although she was kind of enjoying imagining him - Him - with a teddy bear.
"Valkyrie, would you say I have a quirky sense of humour?"
She stopped. "Um..." Now she was imagining Skulduggery as God, and that image would never go anywhere good. "I'd say you have... a sense of humor?"
"I'm sorry," Fletcher interrupted, "but are we just ignoring Skulduggery's new suit now? Seriously? How did you do that? I thought everything was painful for you now."
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"Skulduggery-" Valkyrie tried to cut him off before he could get too far along that train of thought. She was still having trouble thinking of God as an actual being, rather than a concept - she really didn't feel like arguing the finer points of his humour. Or... His humour? Although she was kind of enjoying imagining him - Him - with a teddy bear.
"Valkyrie, would you say I have a quirky sense of humour?"
She stopped. "Um..." Now she was imagining Skulduggery as God, and that image would never go anywhere good. "I'd say you have... a sense of humor?"
"I'm sorry," Fletcher interrupted, "but are we just ignoring Skulduggery's new suit now? Seriously? How did you do that? I thought everything was painful for you now."