At this juncture, Lee had spilled his Fuzzy Navel all over his shirt (no, we will not be going into specifics) and had no change of clothes. BoxJam, being the stand-up guy that he is, let Lee take one of his blue BoxJam T-shirts so he could wear it. Eventually, BoxJam retired to the little blue men’s room, when suddenly this busty blonde girl walks up to the table and accosts Lee directly. Here is a rough transcript of what was said:

Girl: Excuse me, are you really BoxJam?

Lee: Well actually, I...

Girl: The same BoxJam who does BoxJam’s Doodle, my favorite comic strip ever?

Lee: I’m...

Girl: Not only my favorite, but the only comic strip in the world that can make me weak in the knees, and whose creator I would do anything to meet?

Lee: Ah-yup, that would be me. BoxJam. That’s me! I hate taking out the garbage! See, it has to be me!

He let her beg for the picture for about three minutes until Xerexes mentioned something about false pretenses or something...

Imagine the frustration the guys in Trapper Creek felt as they continued trying to get people to the table, only to be upstaged once again, this time by Chris Crosby pulling his world-famous, convention-only juggling act.