Ms. BoxJam: Honey, I'm exhausted- could you make dinner?

BoxJam: OK, we've got stuff for manwiches, right? I'll make manwiches.

[[Ms. BoxJam looks down]]

[[Ms. BoxJam looks away]]

Ms. BoxJam: *snicker*

BoxJam: what? I'm making manwiches! I make manwich sauce, and I spread it on buns!

Ms. BoxJam: *chmrr* hee hee hee