She was a strapping big woman, very hairy, and the thrashing she gave him was a delight to the horde.

We roared with laughter, holding on to one another or rolling on the ground in our glee.
In spite of the reign of fear under which we lived, the Folk were always great laughers.

We had the sense of humor.

Our merriment was Gargantuan.
It was never restrained.

There was nothing half way about it.