[[BoxJam is holding a trash can. It sparkles. He shows it to Ms. BoxJam.]]
BoxJam:: Look! I got the new trash can!
Ms. BoxJam:: Great!
[[BoxJam puts it down, and stands admiring it, arms akimbo.]]
BoxJam: She'll do thirty gallons, and her lid is carbon-steel alloy that can withstand being run over!
Ms. BoxJam: Great.
[[BoxJam squats down closer to the trash can, which continues to sparkle.]]
BoxJam: She's got Wind-Whipper (tm) Striations to help her stay fast and true in any storm.
Ms. BoxJam: I'm walking away now...
[[BoxJam lies on the ground and props his head up with hands, still admiring the trash can.]]
BoxJam: And she doesn't have any payments for twelve months!
Ms. BoxJam: I'm coming back now...