I'd love it. I hate the heat.

He rubs the scar on his neck with his finger and turns his gaze out the window.

But why? Are you afraid of summer ending? You know, junior.

An apocalypse is supposed to come without warning. So you should make better use of this moment right now.

He lightly pokes your forehead with his index finger. Ouch.

Stop worrying about useless things and think about what to eat for lunch instead.