"Humour is never explicable", said Goober, "it comes in sideways to logic, and that's what makes it funny".
There was silence in the room while everyone considered this.
Having all stopped talking momentarily they realised that there was also a silence outside as well.
Biff was imagining a whole bunch of clowns now down there waiting for him - "terrific" he thought to himself, "just terrific, ghouls and now clowns". This was not turning out to be the party he had imagined.
"Something to tell the folks at home about I suppose" he further thought - they love this stuff. By 'home' he had meant their little chapel.
Bart could be heard yelling from somewhere down the stairs "Help! Quick! Brogan's gone outside and they’re attacking him".
Marley looked anxiously over to Puck who was peering through some binoculars into the crowd. He was scanning for a pulsing light that came from the tag he had placed on him back when he had died. He located it soon enough to find that Brogan was dead centre of the swarm.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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