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[[Jimothy and Tsamantha are in jail. The bars sit in front of all the art and dialogue, obscuring it.]]
Tsamantha: So what are we going to do now?
Jimothy: I really don't know.
Jimothy: I can't DO anything about these BARS.
[[The next speech bubble is in front of the bars.]]
Jimothy: Except this.
Tsamantha: Should I try something?
Jimothy: It couldn't hurt!