Little BoxJam: Pfff - no! He's just a toy!

Ms. BoxJam: Aren't you putting Little BoxJam to bed?

BoxJam: Yeah - but I wanted to tell you he's growing up...

BoxJam: His toys are becoming unreal - he just said Mr. Bear is a toy...

Ms. BoxJam: That's sad... Mr. Bear is losing a friend...

BoxJam: Yeah, nothing's sadder for a toy than when a child outgrows is...

[[Little BoxJam pounds Mr. Bear with a hammer.]]

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Mr. Bear (thinking): Mother of Mary kill me! Please let me freakin' die! O sweet release of the trash heap...