Well, in truth, humor comes from all places. Its opportunity to occur doesn't judge nor hinder but formality does limit its use and applies expectations to it. Diplomacy, in itself, is often tethered to formalities, especially with the weight of tradition behind it. I often flounder in such situations as I'm not inherently disposed to following such rigorous requirements.
As my sense of humor is larger than myself, I see humor in ways other sometimes struggle. I can laugh at the crudest and most childish jokes just as equally as I laugh at the most sophisticated and subtle of jests, however repetition dulls the reaction to a dull smile or less. The Fish, in question, was kind enough to greet you and was gutted by the admission of how human it really is. Gutted is slang for upset or disappointed and equally, the more literal meanings of the word fits for the wounded nature. I find explanations usually kill the joke but in this instance, the joke missed the mark in appealing to your tastes. I often fire a something under the guise of a joke to gauge a person's sense of humor. I know some people who will laugh at dead baby jokes but not fart jokes.
In regards to "crazy shenanigans", I took a more liberal view of the word step and applied it as a milestone rather a single movement made by lifting the foot and setting it down again in a new position. For example:
Step 1. Comment
Step 2. ???????????
Step 3. Profit
I also share Evilsquirrel's point of view regarding the traits of the word 'Shenanigans' and have made my word of the moment over the more obscure word "Yare". Tomfoolery has the tendency for juvenile jokes while shenanigans towards underhanded jokes but they both share a lot of commonalities. Sometimes, however, they are just random... Like the fact that I wrote this post while sitting upside down on the couch.
On the subject of languages, English maybe my 1st language but isn't the last language. I butcher many languages with my tongue just as equally as I write eloquently. More specifically... Mon accent ne se mélange pas bien avec les français... но ее лучше, чем мой русский.... y mi español... of mijn Nederlandse.* My sign language is slow and my Ancient Egyptian is horrific but I know a lot more than most about it, so I can bluff if necessary. I was supposed to learn Te Reo Maori but that didn't end up happening. I can still swear in a lot more languages than those mentioned in this post but I prefer that for when I need an expletive, usually, in reaction to my own stupidity like finding the rock garden with my toe.
My sanity always raises conversation, usually about how little sanity rattles around in my skull or what to label to slap upon my mental condition. My usual answer to the question, Are you insane or sane, is "I don't put myself myself in either box... I put one foot in each box and use them as improvised shoes." My vocabulary is always something of amusement to others or a helpful source of information. It usually makes me memorable and otherworldly.
On the subject of gender, I hope quoting myself isn't to ostentatious but I refer you to my answer of the question, Are you a boy or girl, which was:
fauvem wrote:To look upon my body is to know my answer, yet I discard my flesh when I wander virtual realms and have become many things to many people. So I answer with much musing: "Yes, but long ago."
The reaction to it was the declaration of that I'm a hermaphroditic relic and should be killed with fire. The later is rather nostalgic for me but not a thing I aspire towards... With regards to honorifics, I prefer to avoid there use as honor isn't something I hold myself to because it owes answers for too many deaths.
*My accent does not mix well with French... but its better than my Russian... or my Spanish... or my Dutch.