[[BoxJam and Ms. BoxJam are asleep in bed. BoxJam wakes up]]
BoxJam: WAUGH! My arm is so asleep it feels ilke a dead arm lying on me, and I can't make it move!
[[Ms. BoxJam is startled awake by this]]
BoxJam: Look! All I can do is flail it uncontrollably! One of these days I'll wake up and it'll be so dead, it'll never wake up! I'll lose my arm! Auugghh!!
[[Ms. BoxJam looks angry]]
BoxJam: Look at it just hanging there pathetically! Isn't it weird? Wait... now I'm getting some tingling- but it kind of hurts! Oh, the agony!
[[Ms. BoxJam covers her head with her pillow]]
BoxJam: OK, here we go...pumping it like this is kind of helping...that's not in your way, is it? It really helps.
[[Ms. BoxJam looks very mad]]
[[BoxJam has calmed down and is lying down, Ms. BoxJam looks mad]]
Ms. BoxJam (thinking): Well, officer, I just found him with his arm torn off and looking like somebody beat him to death with it...
BoxJam: That's better...oh no! my foot's starting to cramp up!