[[a man standing with spikes all over his face]]

[[a few spikes fall off]]

[[a few more]]

[[all the spikes are fallen off and are lying on the floor]]

[[BoxJam is crouched down talking to Little BoxJam, who looks creeped out]]

BoxJam: ...and, then, after the candy corn dries up, I sell it to this guy who colors...ah...errm..

[[He notices Ms. BoxJam angrily looking at him]]