Doesn't matter what genre your novel or comic is, paste the paragraph or panel in which something funny happened. it can be anything, a visual gag, an interaction, a description, ect. All (unhateful) senses of humor are welcome!
Oct '20
Oct '20
“No, but really,” Jake continued. “I’m going to be here all day because I have two essays I need to write.”
Damien laughed but looked a little worried. “You’ve at least started them both, right?” he asked sounding nervous.
“Oh, my young Padewan, you have much to learn,” Jake replied dryly. “Of course I haven’t started them, yet. I thrive on the fear of procrastination.”
Damien almost choked on his coffee from laughing so hard.
“And, let me guess, you also have a full accounting assignment on top of that,” Damien responded, wiping his eyes and still laughing.
“Umm, duh. I make lots of bad choices,” Jake acknowledged with a nonchallant shrug
From my novel Do You Believe In Magic
Okay so I haven't gotten to this part in the comic yet, but I'm looking forward to drawing it so much:
Shade (the loveable idiot cinnamon roll) is accidentally kidnapped instead of the right person. When his teammates locate him and try to rescue him, Alise (caretaker, also the boss of the one who accidentally kidnapped him) is questioned as to why she still locked him up. She explains that he actually chose to be locked up.
Shilo (teammate) is skeptical of this. Then Alise elaborates that she offered him a very nice guest bedroom with a satin-covered duvet, but Shade did not know what a duvet was and assumed it was a torture device. So he pleaded to be locked up in the dungeon instead.
Hi there! This is an interesting idea. It's hard to find scenes that will be funny without context so I'll try to provide some before you read it.
The chapter opens up with Nathan (MC) fighting against several enemies. Once he beats them all, he falls to the ground, exhausted, and notices that the person that's supposed to train him, Rafael, is doing something, he shouldn't.
RTD is the name of the robots that were fighting against Nathan.
There were two thuds. As much as Nathan enjoyed fighting, he was beat. He collapsed to the ground to rest for a minute.
“Finally,” he muttered.
Eventually his need for water overcame his need for rest. He stood up and looked to his right. Then his jaw dropped.“You can’t be bloody serious. RAFAEL!” Nathan shouted.
“Freaking hell! No need to be so noisy, kid.” Rafael flinched.
“I knew that getting you a deck chair was the worst possible idea. You fell asleep, didn’t you?”
“WHAT?!” Rafael tried to fake outrage, but Nathan’s expression told him it wasn’t worth the effort. “Okay, I may have taken a little nap. A really, really tiny one.” Rafael showed a minuscule gap between his thumb and index finger.
“Oh really? Well, then how did you like the fight? The part you didn’t sleep through, I mean.”
“I loved it! You finally managed to kill all seven of them!”
Rafael was honestly amazed by the kid’s progress, but Nathan wasn’t having any of it. “I’m glad to hear that,” Nathan said, crossing his arms. “Could you humour me and tell me which part of the fight was your favourite?” The fact that they were standing at least thirty metres apart didn’t make the conversation any less weird than it already was.
“Um. . . the. . . the one where you killed the RTD? I mean. . .” Rafael scratched the back of his head.
There are many more gag moments in the novel, but this one I found pretty easy to understand without context.
“Good thing you have me to talk some sense into you,” Derek smiled softly and he put a hand on my shoulder. “Now please explain to me how, in god's name, you can walk up stairs so fast. I felt like I was going to die.”
I sniggered. “Running away from my problems all the time has given me some great stamina, I guess.”
This small exchange between Simon and Derek still cracks me up 
By the time I reached Senior Year, it was safe to say Mom was taking the whole 'tea' thing a bit too far. The 'that's not tea — that's a tisane, honey' kind of 'too far.' The kind of 'too far' where you walk up to your eleven-year old nephew and call him a 'plebian' for using a teabag.
You know. As a joke.
The kind where nobody laughs. Not even the person making it.
“If you're worried about a dowry or something, we can manage.”
“D–Dowry?” Will felt the color drain from his face while equally feeling his cheeks turn another shade of red. “Who said anything about a dowry? M–Marriage – and – well it just – And our parents–”
Crow again chuckled.
My boys are utter dorks frequently lol I think it's one of those things that's usually just funny to me but I can't help it.
