First Laugh ☠ Where Laughter Lies Buried

[beautyindeath]

[Within the confines of a rather dark and gloomy room now sits a wonderfully carved coffin. One that has been wonderfully crafted and carefully measured. Ontop of it Undertaker sits rubbing a hand over the finish as he crosses his legs and glaces down at the feed. The tone and sound of his voice is a bit different, lacking the usual manic tones that it held.]

Finally a proper resting place, perhaps now I'll be able to get some nice rest. Though if anyone would like one of my custom made coffins it seems they were kind enough to deliver several of them.

How sad is it though that laughter seems to have disappeared apparently. I'd be glad to offer my services to anyone for a first rate laugh~

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[makainoou]

You say you've got more of those?

[beautyindeath]

A few, though even once they're gone I could make more~

[makainoou]

I'd prefer something that lasts, but it might work for a test run.

[beautyindeath]

You should come to my shop so I can build you a custom one then~

[makainoou]

Where are you set up?

[beautyindeath]

[x,y] Though I'll need payment before I make it.

[makainoou]

What sort of payment?

[beautyindeath]

A first rate laugh.

[makainoou]

Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but the curse stole my voice.

[beautyindeath]

And it seems to have stolen my laughter as well.

[makainoou]

At least the rest of your voice works.

[beautyindeath]

But without laughter, the world is such a dull and gloomy place.

[makainoou]

This world is pretty dull with or without it.

[beautyindeath]

I suppose it is to many~

[makainoou]

Anyway I'll get back to you when I can talk again.