Laughter is the best medicine, but when healthcare comes at a price it is only the rich who are lucky enough to try the tonic.
Jacques made a sound living from flogging laughter, but it was a miserable job. He spent his days trawling the streets, waiting on jokes and witticisms before pouncing upon those who heard them.
As soon as the laughter came tumbling from his victims’ mouths, he’d leap upon them and capture it while it was still fresh.
A single chuckle was worth thousands. But Jacques could never quite cope with the way in which his victims’ faces fell as soon as he’d taken his plunder.
Eventually, Jacques had had enough. He had to find a better way.
His first stand-up show was a roaring success. The sad, rich folk paid handsomely for the laughter he eked out of them.
No longer did Jacques steal laughter.
Instead, he stole jokes from his fellow comics.
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