[[BoxJam walks along a train track, with a bag of belongings tied up in a polka-dot kerchief on the end of a stick.]]

[[BoxJam warms himself, with another hobo, by a fire in a barrel.]]

Hobo: Atsa good totin' stick...

BoxJam: Thanks...

[[A northern snakehead has joined them.]]

BoxJam (thinking): I never know what to say to that...