[[BoxJam reaches into vat of blue liquid, skeptical look on his face]]

Narrator: Three things you never want to see being made: Laws, sausage, and BoxJam's eyeball vitrol clusters.

[[More reaching, more skeptical look, leaning further over]]

[BoxJam pulls out something spongey and blue, blue arm and glove, lines of acomplishment]]

Narrator: Just kidding. You remove the clusters-it's supposed to be more stew-like.