[[BoxJam putting on a glove, vat of blue liquid in front of him]]
[[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.