Delivery Style: setup-punchline

Three explorers crash-land their plane on an uncharted tropical island. The isolationist islanders promptly capture the three survivors and put them on trial for trespassing. Surprisingly, the grand chief of the island speaks broken English.

“You break harmony on our land,” he says. “There are two punishments for this offense: death, or unga bunga. Choose.” The chief points at the first explorer.

The first guy chooses unga bunga, because what could be worse than death? Then three islanders step out and drop their loincloths to reveal porn-sized penises. The three islanders then fuck the explorer six ways from Sunday. Once the islanders are spent, the explorer is released.

The chief then points to the second explorer. “Choose,” he says.

The second explorer weighs his options. After an excruciating exchange in his own head, he meekly replies, “Unga bunga.”

Three more islanders drop their loincloths, their penises even bigger than the ones before. They have their way with the second explorer and then release him.

The chief points at the third explorer. “Choose,” he says.

“Death,” the explorer replies.

The chief scratches his chin and reflects. “No one ever choose death before… Death by unga bunga!”