You were working your usual shift at a local cafe, where monsters and humans were welcome. Out of all the monsters, one stood out to you. A skeleton, always wearing the same blue hoodie and pink slippers.

He always came from the shop across the street, owned by him and his younger brother, always ordering the same thing: a bottle of ketchup. He always had a bad pun to tell.

“So sweetheart, did you “ketchup” on your work yet?~”

He waves his bottle of ketchup as he makes the awful pun.