Sunday August 13, 2000

Book 1: The Tub of Happiness
Diplomatic Pouch of Doom


Brad:I've got one for you: How many Golbwerians does it take to recalibrate a Chom transponder?.
Schlock:I dunno. How many?
Brad:Six. One to hold the transponder, one to hold the tweezers, and four to go ask some humans for help.
Drunk Golbwerians:I don't think you boys ought to be telling jokes like that.
Schlock:Yeah. Let's move on to the good ones about drunken Golbwerians.
Drunk Golbwerians:My friends and I have a joke for you. How many stupid space mercenaries does it take to get beaten up in a Golbwerian tavern?
Brad:Ummmm, I don't know. How many?
Schlock:None. One to tell a joke, and one to carry the plasma cannon.
SFX:Ommmmminous Hummmmmmmm
Schlock:Admit it. My punchline is funnier than the one you had in mind.
SFX:(golbwerians) SPRIINT