[[BoxJam and Ms. BoxJam ascend the staircase to the museum]]

Ms. BoxJam (thinking): This was made by someone who lived a whole life, hundreds of years ago... Their hands touched this... and now they're gone - nobody knows his or her name, what they looked like, if they had a good life... nothing! One day we'll all be entirely forgotten too...

BoxJam (thinking): Man - everything is broken! What the hell? Was there some big pottery war they forgot to tell me about? Hey, that's funny! I think I'll tell her - wait - why is my super guy sense tingling?