The Toast has posted a bunch of male-novelist jokes, all of them in the “how many” format. Like this:
Q: How many male novelists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: This lightbulb is inauthentic.Q: How many male novelists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: He straightened his tie. He had lost, but in a romantic way, which meant that he had won. “I’m going to do a pushup,” he announced to his tie. His tie respected him for it, and secretly wished that it could have sex with him.
Here’s one of my own:
Q: How many male novelists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A. They retreated at dusk. He ran 30 miles, until his shins were splintered and his lungs on fire. The pain felt almost as good as a bullet. He sat and waited for the commissary mule with the keg of wine to catch up.

Wouldn’t they have to deconstruct it first? And then it wouldn’t matter how many it took to screw it in because it wouldn’t work anyway.