Groan
A jelly baby walks in to a bar and starts talking to a smartie.
After a few beers the smartie says: "A bunch of us are heading to that new club. Fancy tagging along?"
"No thanks," the jelly baby replies. "I’m a soft centre- I always end up getting my head kicked in."
"Don’t worry," the smartie assures him. "I'm a bit of a hard case I'll look after you."
"OK!" grins the jelly baby. So they go to the club.
After a few beers, three lockets walk in. They take one look at the jelly baby and start beating him up, and then walk off laughing.
"I thought you were going to look after me!" Gasps the jelly baby, rubbing his bruises.
"I was," replies the smartie. "But those lockets are flipping menthol."