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