I just finished writing Misguided Mix and I need some humor. You made me do this one jeswriter5184.

Alexandrite walks up to the dining table nearby. The Mahaswarans gasp as Alexandrite makes her appearance. Steven yells down to them.

"Hi Connie! Hi Mr. and Mrs. Mishaswaran!" Alexandrite puts Steven and Greg down. "Thank you, my three wives." "You're welcome, my one husband that I don't give a crap about."

Greg shakes hands with Connie's mother. "I'm Mr. Greg. And this massive drink of water is my three wives, Alexandrite. Alexandrite doesn't respond. She just grits her teeth.

She sits down and grabs some breadsticks. She shoves them into her mouth. "Yum! Gross! Eh!" Connie's dad talks to his wife. "I hope this place has unlimited breadsticks."
"Don't be rude."

Alexandrite barfs on Greg as the Mishaswarans cringe. Greg just stares at Alexandrite. "Isn't my wife a douchebag?"
"How did you two meet?"
"We met at um..."

"They met in Empire City!"
"She was too tall to stay!" Connie gives Steven a silent thumbs up. Greg laughs. "Yeah, I remember it like it was yesterday. You danced and you tripped on a skyscraper!"

Alexandrite forces Greg's head down on the breadsticks. "Have some more breadsticks, Greg."
"Ahem! What do you two do for a living Mr. and Mrs. Universe?"

"Well you see, I work at a local car wash and my three wives here-" "Dance and rave at a temple!" Connie bangs her head on the table. "What did we say about heads on the table."

Connie lets her head up and then bangs it down again. "She uses all her salt and water near the beach to rave."
"Well, you know what they say, a rave party a day keeps the doctor away."

Mrs. Mishaswaran responds. "I am a doctor. Do you want me to give you emergency medical treatment?"
"NO!" Alexandrite slams her fist down at Connie's mother. "AH!"

They get out of the way in time. "NEVER! RAVE PARTY FOR LIFE!" She runs away and Steven runs back as well. "Well, it was nice meeting you. Goodbye."

"Where do you live?! You guys need emergency-" Suddenly, a hammer, flail, and a flurry of arrows rains down on them.

Dammit. Misguided Mix took me straight out of the humor zone. Still though, at least I tried.