The Laughing Disciples of Discord

Honk! Honk! The old jalopy sputtered into town, belching smoke and confetti. At the wheel sat Giggles, his rainbow wig askew and red nose blinking erratically.

As townspeople gathered, Giggles emerged, his oversized shoes flapping. “Friends! Seekers! Mischief-makers! Lend me your ears… and your pies!”

A stern-faced man pushed through the crowd. “Now see here, clown. We don’t want any trouble.”

Giggles grinned. “Trouble? My good man, I bring enlightenment through entropy!” He proceeded to slip on a banana peel, tumbling into a perfectly executed pratfall.

The crowd gasped, then erupted in laughter. A young woman named Zoe stepped forward. “Tell us more, oh colorful one!”

And so began the sermon of slapstick. Giggles juggled rubber chickens while expounding on Eris’s teachings. “In chaos, we find truth! In disorder, freedom!”

As days passed, a community formed around Giggles. They called themselves the Laughing Disciples of Discord.

Zoe, now Giggles’ right-hand disciple, approached him one evening. “Master, the mayor’s banned our gatherings. Says we’re disturbing the peace.”

Giggles twirled his fake mustache. “Peace? Ha! We’ll show them peace!”

The next day, the Disciples marched on city hall, armed with cream pies and seltzer bottles. The mayor sputtered from his balcony, “This is an outrage!”