“Would you prefer that I scrape even lower into poop jokes?” Carlos teased, but he had a good-natured grin on his face. He understood, of course. He decided that, at least on this trip, he’ll try hard to make the jokes work for Hancock.
“Heh, now that I don’t think I’d be so forgivin’ of.” Hancock snorted, his smile spreading wider. “Too much bathroom humor and I’ll leave ya out here, so be careful’a resortin’ to that too much for a cheap laugh, mate.”
Carlos nodded. “Right, of course,” Carlos said. “The last thing you want to hear is a shitty joke.” He grinned and waited to see if this one landed well.
The Perfect Scientist 