[[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...