good jokes never gets old


The sound Dairine had heard first when she started this journey, the soft susurrus of the universe laughing at her, was still all about them. But that cold hopeless hiss was just a reminder of something that had happened earlier. Before the hiss had come the event of which it was the palest possible shadow, the whisper that could never do more than hint at the colossal shout of cosmic laughter that had preceded it.

Right. So let’s have that again, shall we? Dairine said, as all the power of the mobiles massed behind her to implement a moment of most profound memory at the universal level.Because a good joke never gets old.

She said the trigger word, and the spell began to run.