Man, this desert is hot as FUCK, you think to yourself, the sun shining down on you. It’s the middle of summer, of course it’d be hot. You walk a while, trying to find somewhere to sit because well, you’re about to have a damn heat stroke, and you see some…dirty looking man standing outside his house, talking to someone. He wasn’t hard to notice, because his voice was loud and he sounded angry. You wondered over what. But what’s it to you to be in this guys business?