abyssinal:

＂ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ  ｄｉｓｇｕｓｔｉｎｇ．  ｉ  ｄｏｎ＇ｔ  ｋｎｏｗ  ｉｆ  ｉ＇ｖｅ  ｅｖｅｒ  ｔｏｌｄ  ｙｏｕ  ｔｈａｔ．  ｂｕｔ  ｉｔ＇ｓ  ｔｒｕｅ．＂

d͙͔̺͖̯̗̩̙̩͕͎i͎̩̠̭̳͖͓̩͕̥̠s̜̖̤͖̬̮̼̻̮̳ͅg͖̺̟̺̳͔͚͔͖̜͚̩̺̼͇͍̦ͅu͉͈̘̩s͍͖̝̯͚̦̲̣̙t̗͉̩̲͎̖̩̪͓͇ͅi̟̖̫̫̲̺̺͕ͅn̫̮̲̫̗͕͚̩̦̜̯̹̟͍̺̪̻̭g͇̳̜̪͎̠.̻͉̖͉̪̗ ͎̱͔͕̘̺̹̼̩͎͓̰͍̩͚ḍ̣̱̟͍ͅi͙̗̖̥s̗̩̹͇̥̬̗̦̤͎͔̰̖͚̥̫̪̺g͖̝̝̜͈̩̥͇̳͇̲̳͔̫̩̤̗ͅu̼̦͔̗̣̫̲̪̱̮̝s̤̞̟̤t̪̰͙̗̬̖i̘̥̠̦̘̼͕̩̠̲͇̪̱n͇̗͉̘͍̯̦̻͍̣̠̮g͚̙͕͍͔̞͓̲̥̩̱̗̫ͅͅ.̠͉̖̖͉ ̤̝̦̲̜d͙͙͖̣̝̜̦͓͙͚i̪̘̪͔ͅͅs͇̳͕̲̰͚̖̪͉̺̹͎̫͈̝̮g̻̻̭̯̣̹͍͍̻u̜͈͔̠s̖̮̦̫̱̝̖̭̬͈̯̤̳t̟̻̲i͈͙̱͕̗͓̟̬̼̟̳͇̦̳̻͇͕n̺͙̩͙̮͇̦͚͇̰̼̟̳̮̩g͕̮̰.͍̲̣̝̦̻̬ ̗̠̤͉̳̯̩d̩̥͓̥͕͇i͖̙̺̟̹̙̖̱s̤͔̘̥̰̩̖͈̙̜̤̭̳͚͎̩͓͚g̯̠̲̣̭͔̬̰̘͔̦u̯̬̬̪͓̱̜̹̦͎͖̻̠̙̞̻̗̻ș̼̻̼̝̯̜̦͕̤͓̩t̲͖̟̣͎͖̳i̺̘̝̣̱͓n̬͔̰̩̖͇͇̫͎̱͚̯͍g̱̤̜̭̹̱͙̮͍̪ͅ.͇͕̞͓̫̭̬͓̖̳͖̬ͅ ̯̠̳̰͍͈ḓ̩͎͔̘̲̟͍̟̣̺̲̹̗͓̻͇i̮͚̼̱̺s̭͕̪͙̮̦͎͚̺̦͙̝g̭̜̖̫͉̰͓̬͈͚̩̹̝̤̩͙ͅͅu̞͈͍̯̭̫̟͖͇̖̰̼̝͚̝͍͔s̮̼͖̻͚̥͓̻̪t̬̪̻͎i̙̱͇̠̞̝̠͚n͉̤̘̠͇̮̯̰̖̤̙̟̻̭g̼̗̦̝̤͙̗̼̮.̲̝̭̹͖͇̬̞̪̣͉̖̝̳̪̖̼͚ ̻̱̗͖d͈͈͔̙̺͇̩̮̭ͅi͓̮̥͔̣̻̪s͓̜̝̮̤̟͉͔͓͔̙͉̪͚̱̜͓͕̥g̗͖̹̘̬̯̯͈̘̘̱̳̮̞u̲̹̟̪͎s̰̹̣͇͚̜̬͕̦͇̰̥͈̳t͎͉͙͔̬̯̬̦̻̙͕ͅͅi̝͙̭̱͙̯̘̙̞̲n͖͔̞̝̙̻̙̦͕̫̻̻̦̖͍͇̬͓ͅg̩̩͍̭.̻͍̻̺̠͓̺͙͙̲̦̬̠̮ ̯͚͙͍̲̦̯̭̱̭̩̠͍̗ͅd̠̼͍̙̦͇̗̰̩͓̯i̼̖͕̭̟͖̱̺̙̠͙̼͔ͅs̼̹͙̺͍͉̭̗̩̺̙̣̗̭͖̙ͅͅg͔͖̳̦̯̝̯̤͇u̙̟̥͖̠̫̳̟͓͚̹͖̮̪͍s̝̠̰̦͓͍̳̮͔͍̲̰̘͍t̪̖̦̳̜͎̦̙̰͉i̱̩̝͖̟͔͇n̳͓͕̰̜̪̟̳̹̪͙̺̹̗̙͓̪̹̝g̘̻̬̪͈͎̝.͇̟͖̪̼͇ ̠͎̫̦̫̰̹̬̰͚̹̠d̬͙̘̗̱͎͓͈̰̳̯͖̙̣̫̺̞i͍̖͉̗s̟̱̘̣̮̣̗̲̪̗̪̬̼̝g͓̮̹͙̼͈͓̙̘u̯͔̼͓̼s̩̰̺͖͍͙̼̫͕̦̲ͅt̲̘͍̙̼̣͙̤͕i̠̤̱̥̼͈ṋ̟̥̘̘̰̝̠͖̰̮̙̭̭̘̟g̱̩̻̘.͍͈̰̰͇̺̫ ̟̟̩̩͖͖͚̯̝̫̱̥̜̤͙ͅd̲̥̥̫͇͙̥̖͎̩͉̣̺̰͚̣i̱̙̭̺͈s͇͙̯̠̙̦͚̩g̱̤̜̻̠̱͓̣̘̹̫͇ͅu͈̬͙̜͙̙̻͙̱͙͕͔̝̣͚s̯̙̙̣̦̝̮͉̗͍͔͓̫ͅt̺̬̙͔̩̯͉̝͇i̤̭͈͚̳͙̼̳̬̦͈̱͈͔͉͚n̞̹̰̞̺g̦̠̱̣̼̩̮͉̱͓̦̻͔͈̯̮͎̮.̩͓̗̣͉͕͉̲̱͈͎̫̞̞̪ ͓͓͍͔̝͇̠̬͚̱̝̥͇͓͖̼̰̭ͅd̞̗̦̘̫̹̖͓͙͔̤͚̻ͅḭ̙͓̮̟s̬̫͈̗̱̭̳̻̥͙͔̥ͅg͔̞̖͖̖̗͙̤͇͚̭̟u͔̯̪̩̼̦͓͇̭͈̞̩̪̖͖̺͚s̟̻̥̤͚͕̘͓̻͉͕͚̜̗̹̹͇t͖̣̦͕̫̼̥͔̗̭͇͖͓̮͚ͅi͉̦̱̹n͚̱͈̠͙͉̟̬̰͚̲ͅg͖͎̼̯̺̖ͅ.̦̯̰̥̯̞̰̟̤̲̭͎̫̪̼͇ ̥͉̫̫̳̥̜̟͖͍̪d͕̘̘̥͙̗ͅi̝̳̩̩s̮̗̝̺͕̹͔̪g͖̫̟̣͉̠̱̝̮̭̗͖͈͍̫̹u̹̬̟͙͚̺̗͖̙̬̹̪͖ͅs͔̳͚̣̳̙̰̮ṯ̱̯̹̲ͅị̦͙̯̙n̟̯̠̜̜̬̞̝̟͈͉ͅg͉̱̠̖͉̘̫̱̜̗.̗̯͓̖̪̞̟͇̳͍̰͕̘̹͍̙͉ͅ ̮̜̗̘̟͇̤ͅd̖̦̟͉̰̥͍͙̮̫̩̩͓̳̜̬̱i̬̩̹̲͉̯͍̰̱s̤͓͇͍̰͖̮͖̬̮̺̲g̗͕̳̯ṵ̖͎̫̜̟̥̱̼̳͎̟͖̺̬s̝͓̭̠̦̪̣̹ͅt̘̘͚̪i͎̞̜͇n͚̭̜͙͇̹g̖̬͖̺̭̟̙̮͍͙̹̩̙͔̹̫͖̺.̝̥͇͈̺̤̲̜͇̻̯͖̲̥̫ ͍̲͙͙͈͍͔d͙̣͚̼̻͙͓̖̮͉̹͓̙̪͎i̠̗̮͓̘̬͉͓̖͔̘͈̣͇̠̤͕͈s͉̠͓̩̤̘̻̻̱̲̰̳̰͕ͅg̖̗̬̘̮̦̤͔̗̟̳̘͖͔͔̫u̝̯̻̺s̟̤̳͓̣̗̱͚̩̫̯̪̪̼̯̼t͍͖̥͓̦̰̩̩i̩̩͉̥̬͍̺͍̰̥͙͙͉̥͔ͅn̯̱̲͍̜g̺̺͉̫͓̳.̲͔̦̣̳̼͓͕ ͍͕̪͇͈͇̫̼̹̪͉͔̘̞̤̘̬ͅͅd̘̰̱̻̯̠̣͎̺̪̲͓̩̖̲̜i͎͚̠̰͔̪̩̪͕͕ͅs̪̪͚̬̖̲g͉͍͇̬͙̦̹̫̱̹͙̖̼̦͕̞u̗̻̜̣͈̫̲̭͙̦̖̲̯̪͎̱̪s̗͔̖̼̼̣̻͕t̼̞̖̦̹ͅi͔͍̩͖̱̦̰̖͔ͅn̹̜͉̞̩g̗̩̞̪̼̗̼̼̫̤.̳̭̙̼͍̟̯̰̤̪͖ ̣̭̞̞̼͉͙̻̗͚̼͎̺d̳͖̘̖̼̦̳̱̮ͅͅi̜͎͕̦͎s̗͓̜̱͎͓͕̹̳̫̩̤g͚̤͚̖̫̞̘̥̜͙͙̳u̫̝͙̰̗̲͍ͅs̼̫̦̰̫͕̠͕ͅt̤͙̩̝͕̯̼̮̞̘͕̻̼͚̯̹̹̟i͔̫̤̥͉͈̼̺̠͓̩͉͇̭̗̬ͅͅn͍̘̣̬͉͍͉̺͔̦̞͓̻̯̳g̹͉̼̣̫̰.̻̙̰̤͔̬̥͖̜̙̟̠̮͓͓ͅ ̺͍̱͉̲̣̪̜̼͎͈͖̳̦̭d͔̼͕̺͙̣̗̘ͅi̲̮̭̭̭̘̥̳͚̗ṣ͈̰g̟͙̦̳̙͙̩̙̥͕͈̹͈u͖͓̲̹̝̻̖̤͉̗͚͇̲̗̹s̪͓̻͚̺̼̱͕̲̮̗t̫͍̪͔̬͇̻͕͙̭̪̠̜ͅi̠̠̜̲̖n̖̺̜͉̖͈͔͈͖̟̱̖̟̬g͇͖̙̗̺͕͔̣̩̬̩̞ͅ.̱̺̫̞̰̘̱͎̮̭̩̹͙̹̝ͅ ͖͈̗̙͔̥͙̤

                                                                                              & then he laughs.

                   _{He doesn't mind making jokes–he never really minded making jokes. In fact, he relished in humor and employing altruism in any and every interaction he established. He savored laughter and kinship, and quite frankly, comedy was something that brought a certain few–or a significant majority–together. A distinguishing factor, though–consisted of the idea that he did not want to look like one. 
                                                             He liked jokes. 
                                                     He didn’t want to be one.}

                                                            <sub>❝————❞
                                                                   ❝…….❞
                                                                     ❝…❞

                                                 ❝———-Cut it out, Jake…❞
                   ❝You don’t exactly look all that graceful gutting chum, either..❞</sub>