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World-famous eminent demonic symbololo-ologist, Dr Roberto Kowalski, chewed his lower lip, his hands trembling.
The tension in the room was palpable. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife, thrown it in the blender and made eggnog.
Across the table his opponent, icily beautiful and clearly - like all the bad girls he ran into these days - attracted to him in spite of herself, twirled the fragile paper clue between long, lazy fingers, a mocking smile playing around her lips.
Debris from the explosion littered the tablecloth in flashes of coloured metallic paper. The acrid scent of gunpowder hung in the air like sage and onion reflux the morning after a roast turkey dinner.
All the codes he had ever learnt flashed through his mind in mere seconds. But none fit the puzzle this time. His maverick American brain grappled with the riddle and yet...
Could it be?
Surely not?!
And yet the solution hovered elusively just out of his grasp.
A bead of sweat trickled down the Doctor's pulsating temple. He felt the tissue paper hat slip down over one greying, yet somehow still irresistibly attractive brow.
It was no good. The game was over. This was one riddle that was beyond even his vast crime-solving experience.
- I give up... he breathed... tell me...
... what IS the difference between a viola and a trampoline?
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I have no idea, but those who ever tried to play the trampoline know.
halfling PL
The joke itself isn't really important, the fact that it's a cracker joke is meant to be the punchline in itself :)
(ps, you have to take your shoes off before you jump on a trampoline).
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