[[BoxJam holds a torch over a coffee table]]

BoxJam: You were a good coffee table!

Ms. BoxJam (crying): Excellent table...

[[watching the burning coffee table float on a raft out to sea]]

BoxJam: Be strong, dear...

Ms. BoxJam: *sniff*

BoxJam: That's what should have happened, instead of all MY stuff going in the garage until one day you called Good Will behind my back!

Ms. BoxJam: Good Will wouldn't take it. I had to call the trash guys.