"Come on, Ray, you gotta have that joke." Robert Barone told his younger brother, Raymond Barone, both of them in the kitchen of Ray's house. "It's a topper! The one that'll make even the sourest person crack a grin."
Ray sighed as he shook his head, approaching Robert as he moved his hands around. "It's not funny, Robert. No one is gonna smile at 'dude got slam junked in the crotch."
Robert pointed at Ray. "But that's a kicker line! You gotta have a kicker to make it funny!"
Ray rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips. "The only thing that's a kick about it is that it's not going ton the paper."
Robert sighed in frustration. "Fine, we'll settle this the old way." He and Ray then headed into the living room to spot Francis Barone sitting on the couch. "Hey Dad!"
"...What?" Frank responded, obviously not in the mood for anymore shenanigans.
Ray shook his head as he moved his hands around, telling Frank, "Does 'dude got slam janked in the crotch' sound funny to you?"
"...What the hell is a slam junk?" Frank responded as he squinted his eyes in addition, with a laugh track playing in the background.
Ray smirked as he turned to Robert, feeling smug as he folded his arms together. "Told you it wasn't funny."
Robert groaned as he slapped his forehead in annoyance, not willing to let Frank be the only indicator for quality. It was gonna be a long night.