BoxJam: I had a dream I was on Mars with somebody-can't remember who...

[[BoxJam talks on and on, Ms. BoxJam looks the other way]]

BoxJam: That's kind of sad-but the station was like a house! and a light bulb provided enough warmth in it - at one point, I had to go outside to pick up a bunch [obscured by BoxJam's head] loves we-

I mean [obscured] was there with me [obscured] hanging on a [obscured] I had to [obscured]old my bre[obscured] hurry.

It was [obscured] then

Ms. BoxJam: Fine... you don't have to listen to important family news if I don't have to listen to your dreams...

BoxJam (thinking): Score!