Punchline Palooza

Previously

…“Well, Cece,” Barnaby began, his voice a low rumble of feigned nonchalance, “that was… an experience.” Cecil, whose ambitious ‘eau de damp basement and regret’ had, through a series of unfortunate accidents involving a spilled jar of pickled onions and some questionable cheese, evolved into something akin to ‘sad, forgotten sock drawer after a rainstorm,’ snorted. “An experience is one way to put it, Barnaby. I think ‘olfactory apocalypse’ might be more accurate.” He gestured vaguely towards a cluster of townsfolk who were still