"My name's Jerry, and I'm here all week! And month. And year. And... well, until someone gets this sword out of me."
It's nighttime, and we're by a campfire next to some rocks. We see a closeup view of a skeleton (Jerry), who is impaled on a tree, cutlass still sticking out of his chest.
Jerry: A funny thing happened on my way to the campfire.
Jerry: This guy stabs me with my own sword, OK? Right through the chest.
Audience Member (off): Dammit Jerry
Jerry continues his story.
Jerry: Damn sword goes straight through. Pins me to the tree.
Jerry: Can't move.
Audience member (off): Not this joke again
Jerry winds up his joke, gesticulating as he delivers the punchline, awaiting audience laughter and applause.
Jerry: Looks like I'm gonna have'ta...
Audience Member (off): Don't say it Jerry
Jerry: ...stick around.
The camera pulls out to see that the audience is a solitary skull, trapped atop a barrel, with no means of escape. He's been listening to this joke every night for a long, long time. He's not happy. Jerry still poses in the background, awaiting applause that will never come.
Audience Member: I swear, Jerry
Audience Member: I'd kick your boney ass
Audience Member: if I knew where my legs were