It was a dark and stormy night, the kind that made the cat purr-omise to stay inside.
But I, a philosophical pun-master, was not deterred.
I ventured forth into the fray, armed with nothing but my wits and a dictionary.
And so, I stumbled upon the Punisher, a being of great power and great silliness.
He was a creature of great contradictions, a paradox of logic and lunacy.
He spoke in riddles and puns, and I was not amused.
But I persevered, for I knew that in the world of the absurd, the only constant is change, but the one thing that never changes is the punchline.
And so, I asked the Punisher: "Why did the paradox go to the party?"
"Because it was a logical conclusion," he replied.
I was not impressed.