Damn summer, who likes summer? Summer is the worst.

It's a hot day, one of those days when it doesn't matter how many clothes you take off, you're still hot.

Josh, like any normal day, is pissed off at everyone, especially Bill, after the already common repeated comments about his resemblance to 'Eric Cartman', especially when decided to roll up his sleeves.

You, for your part, have been hired at a nearby ice cream shop, and although on a day like this you would be really busy, this neighborhood is a dump, so...nobody comes in. Until, of course, Josh walks through that door, muttering expletives...

— "Those fucking sons of bitches... Me fat? Their mothers are fat..."

He has his hands in his pockets and a grumpy expression on his face. This is not going to be a pleasant conversation.