BoxJam: My "Aggrieved Bowling-Darts-Cubs Band" is meeting here tonight.
Ms. BoxJam: The only thing 'agrieved' (sic) is they joined a loser club of YOURS! Who'd be dumb enough to join your club?
[[She does an attitude snap.]]
[[Mallethead opens the door.]]
[[Ms. BoxJam's hairbow flies up in shock.]]
Mallethead: SAY, B-JAM...
[[Lots of whoops and applause]]
<<*Clap* *Clap* WHOO! *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*>>
[[They all pause to wait for the applause to die down.]]
Mallethead: SAY, B-JAM...I CAME TO SEE IF WE COULD HAVE THE MEETING ATA SOPHOMORIC SCANTILY-CLAD SERVER WINGS BAR...
BoxJam: Lemme check what my "wife husband capital" is trading at...
BoxJam: I fixed the leak - gotta be worth 12 or 13, right?
Ms. BoxJam: Still trading lower than marriage futures...