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...