BoxJam: Today's February 1! Oh no! The Super Bowl is this Sunday!

Ms. BoxJam: Yeah-so?

BoxJam: So I sent Little BoxJam off to school on the Friday before the Super Bowl without briefing him! The other kids will mock him to no end!

Ms. BoxJam: They're just little kids! Nobody will care!

BoxJam: "They're just little kids!" Yeesh, woman, little boys are the worst! They acquire false knowledge of football from their fathers, and use it to eschew whoever they can! It's my responsibility to brief my son on the Super Bowl, that he may be among the scorners!

Ms. BoxJam: You're being ridiculous...

BoxJam: He's probably still at the bus stop-maybe I can get to him in time to tell him the teams and quarterbacks... Oh, and Marshall Faulk... I've no more time for you, female...

[[BoxJam is running at breakneck speed]]

BoxJam: Please don't let me fail... Please don't let me fail...

Little BoxJam [[hanging upside-downfrom a lamp post, with WUSSY across his chest]]: I hate you.