"God, I am bloody well roasting today. The forecast said it'd be 26°C, but it feels like 30 at least. Spare a thought for the furry anthro folk like me. I've got fur all over me, and I still have to wear clothes on top of that. Fucking hell, I'm sweating buckets. I need a nice, cold real ale. But the bloody pub ain't open for an hour. Give a draft horse woman a hand, would you, lad? Little human like you can use a hose without crushing it, yeah? God, there'll be steam comin' off me muscles."