[[Ms. BoxJam comes up to BoxJam looking angry]]
Ms. BoxJam: Suicide ticks me off.
BoxJam: Yeah. We hate suicide!
Ms. BoxJam: And dry-clean only kids' clothes!
BoxJam: Damn straight!
Ms. BoxJam: Oooh... and third parties!
BoxJam: Tell it, girlfriend
Ms. BoxJam: I'm ready!
BoxJam: Do it!!
[[BoxJam whips up a piece of wood and Ms. BoxJam burns a hole in it with her laser eyes]]
[[BoxJam looks at the hole in the wood]]
BoxJam: Hey, nice job!
Ms. BoxJam: Shut up.
BoxJam: ok, you need time to unwind...