BoxJam: God I'm exhausted. Between work and doing stuff for the family, there's no time or energy left for ANYTHING.

BoxJam: Oh, well. Taking care of them is what it's all about. I must be doing something right, as long as they're happy.

[[Ms. BoxJam appears, standing over BoxJam, with two sobbing children at her side.]]

Ms. BoxJam: I HATE MY LIFE.

[[BoxJam is alone again, still in the same position.]]

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