No more moves possible!

But you have to understand.

The printer had a paper jam.

Yeah, that happened to me on stage.

You jammed?

Now the second one, and it passes as well.

I mean the bakeolite balloon.

Well then, report...

The budget was cut to the bone.

Once in a lecture, he was giving a class, he got stuck trying to calculate 7 x 9.

Thought you might need a breather.

It's over. I'm screwed.

Oh, God.

Strong smell of gasoline.

There are no more moves

We're at a deaend, madam president.

Now comes the day of the walk.

I was gasping for air.

You're strangling me!

And the new cartridges cut down on jamming.

That's it, isn't it? We're trapped.

I hate yelling.

Bishop to king seven. Checkmate, I think.

I've lost my filling.

I've lost a filling.

As you can see the slaves were kidnaped from their homes, chained together for weeks.

My nose is stuffed up.

A dead end.

A world obsessed with speed, with doing everything faster, with cramming more and more into less and less time.

It is a dead end, all right?

It's a great source of stem cells.

Imagine this is the person interviewing you.

The drawer is stuffed full of odds and ends.

People were cooking on their only fuel source, green timber.

So we got a situation here.

I'm stuck here.

He's blocked the whole pipe.

Dispenser 172 chicken soup nozzle clogged.

No spots. No clots, no tumors.

Where you have two layers, an inner and an outer layer and between the two layers you literally have a gap. There's a gap right there.

It's a wonder how that pipe is big enough.

As it came down to one Boa has the mouse trapped on a branch with no way out.

My throat feels clogged up.

Thank you. I just had it stuffed.

Something is stuck in the pipe.