The Adventures of Pretends He Can’t Remember the Last Time He Laughed Man
“I think it must have been when I was child,” said Pretends He Can’t Remember the Last Time He Laughed Man. “Certainly there was little joy in my youth, but I was able them to draw happiness from the most meager of circumstances then.” He shook his head. “No longer.”
“I thought I saw you laughing yesterday,” said Eustace. “At your desk.”
Peter nodded. “Yeah. You were watching something on your computer.”
“Spongebob,” said Derek, heavily. “He was watching Spongebob. Again.”
“No. What you saw was an empty shell of laughter. A memory bereft of its animating spirit. A corpse.”
“There were tears coming out of your eyes,” said Derek, rooting through the bowl of chips. “That was sorrow, I guess?”
“Sorrow, yes. I’m sure you’ve seen a rainbow arcing through grey stormclouds, lighting up the darkest …” He trailed off, awkwardly.
“Yeah, that’s probably not the metaphor you’re looking for.” Eustace flagged down a waiter, and pointed at the TV over the bar. “Hey, can you switch that to the Cartoon Network?”
The waiter shrugged. “Sure.”
Pretends He Can’t Remember the Last Time He Laughed Man checked his watch, surreptitiously. It should be ok, he thought. Nothing on now but Pokemon.