[[BoxJam's wife looks angry at BoxJam, who holds a ball of string and misses a sleeve]]
Ms. BoxJam: Oh my god - you've fallen of the wagon!
BoxJam: No, I just rolled this one ball of string...
Ms. BoxJam: You can't handle string rolling! It never stops with just one! what happened to your sleeves?
[[BoxJam holds the ball of string behind his back]]
BoxJam: I got hot?
Ms. BoxJam: Oh, dear Lord - I thought the beer drinking would channel this energy...