[[BoxJam stands with an arm outstretched. On the arm is a sizeable black band.]]

[[A falcon swoops in, dropping a bag of trash just in the act of alighting on BoxJam's arm.]]

[[Wider angle. The bag of trash is at his feet, the falcon on his arm, and a trash can just behind him. Ms. BoxJam is watching.]]

Ms. BoxJam: This couldn't possibly be saving you any labor...

BoxJam: Sometimes you just don't get it, dear...