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Oh dear. O.o I don’t have a large supply of comedy works in my resume–my humor usually filters into my other works–but I think this would be a decent start. I’m sorry it’s so short (and unfinished) and probably won’t meet expectations, but here’s the Unfinished Comedy (NOTE – This was written as if it was a recording between myself and my sister. You’ll have to guess who’s who. XD): “Harry took out the trash last night. It all went downhill from there.” “Really Isaac? There’s no need to be so dramatic.” “Are you kidding?! Drama makes the world go round!” “The world would be better off without drama.” “Oh yeah? How?” “Simple. No drama equals no Shakespeare.” “Touché. But you can’t argue with that fact it started with Harry taking out the trash!” “I guess not. Well, even a broken clock is right twice a day…” “Thank y– wait, what?!” “So, as my brother was saying, it started out when Harry took out the trash. You see, we had combined all three Omnibus classes and gone camping. It took a lot of time, money, and bake sales…” “I will never look at cookies the same again.” “…but eventually, we had enough money for everyone to go camping during spring break. We put people into tents by twos, although Mrs. Bruce got her own tent. Lucky her.” “Luck doesn’t exist!” “You are so annoying.” “I appreciate the compliment.” “I can only roll my eyes at you so many times, Isaac.” “Well, since you’re so busy rolling your eyes, I’ll continue the story. As it turned out, when you take roughly fifty people camping, you stack up a lot of garbage. And I mean, a LOT. For this reason, Mrs. Bruce put everyone’s names into a hat and pulled out one fortunate winner who got to, you guessed it, take care of the trash. It all tended to pile up inside of the mess hall…” “Which is just a big white building with a large cafeteria-like sitting room and a small kitchen.” “…and some poor soul had to lug it out of the mess hall, through the field where all of our tents were, past all of the big white vans we had taken to get here, and throw it into the trash container by the dirt road. The trash truck picked it up every Wednesday and Saturday. Now, depending on how many friends you had, you might get some help. For instance, if I had to carry the trash out, I would have loads of people begging me to let them carry the trash for me!” “Sure, Isaac. Keep telling yourself that.” “I will, thank you very much. But unfortunately for Harry, it was s’more night. Everyone else decided they would rather sit around the bonfire next to the mess hall while Harry struggled with taking all of those trash bags to the garbage bin. And that, dear reader, is how it all started.” “This is a recording, Isaac. No one is going to read this.” “They will if I type it out!” “And what if you don’t type it out?” “I will type it out. So there.” “Whatever. I’m just going to read off the title: <p style=”text-align: center;”> ‘Omnibus Camping’</p> <p style=”text-align: center;”></p> “WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! You can’t just put the title there! It’s totally out of place! And furthermore, that is such a boring name! You could at least come up with something creative, like ‘Camping Chaos,’ or ‘the Mysterious Mayhem of Camp Calter.’” “Really? ‘The Mysterious Mayhem of Camp Calter?’ That’s what you came up with? We aren’t even in Camp Calter.” “Hey! I was rushed. But at least I tried! All you had was ‘Omnibus Camping.’ So ha.” “Whatever. Can we please just get back to the story?” “Fine, but this will be addressed again later!” “I hope not. But anyway, back to Harry taking out the trash. From what we learned afterward, it took Harry some fifteen minutes to get to the dumpster . . .”