It’s Easy To Get Tangled Up In The Brambles Of A Pun War!
There’s a music and DVD store I frequent where I have some great chats with members of staff about upcoming movies and so on. I’ve been asking [Employee #1] and [Employee #2] about the “Watchmen” TV series, and the conversation had moved on to “Swamp Thing,” a plant-like creature in the DC Universe.
Me: “I remember listening to an interview with Alan Moore about how he was given that writing job.”
Employee #1: “So, you’re going to take us back to Swamp Thing’s roots?”
Me: “Oh, very good!”
[Employee #2] put his head in his hands, slumped over the till, and muttered, “Oh, God.” He lifted his head toward me.
Employee #2: “Please don’t get him started. He’ll never stop.”
Employee #1: “I suppose I should leaf it?”
Me: “Should I apologise for planting the seed of these puns?”
Employee #1: “He finds them a blooming nuisance.”
Employee #2: “Ugh! Stop it!”
Me: “Hey, I like a good bit of pun tennis.”
[Employee #2] nodded toward [Employee #1].
Employee #2: “So does he.”
Employee #1: “The other day it was literal pun tennis. I was texting him non-stop tennis puns. I just served him one after the other.”
Me: “There was no letup?”
Employee #1: “Ace! He didn’t love any of the set and didn’t want to join in the game.”
Employee #2: “No more!”
[Employee #1] then turned toward [Employee #2].
Employee #1: “Have you got one?”
When he didn’t reply, I said:
Me: “Maybe we should leave him a lawn?”
Employee #2: “I’m not joining in… Clay off!”
[Employee #1] and I gave him a little cheer!