One. No, two! No, four! No, eight! No, sixteen! No, thirty-two!...
I don't know it's lard to tell.
I'm not sure but I'll have an answer for you next Monday.
One. They hold it in place and wait for the world to revolve around them.
Four. One to change the bulb, three to stand around so he has someone to hi-five after.
Two-thirty-nine. One more and it'd be too farty.
Two Thirty.