Damnit, it's so hot out. The sun is blazing, practically burning you alive. You should've listened to those heat wave warnings when you decided to take a walk.

But then, you hear a sound, a rhythmic little jingle coming your way. It's an ice cream truck! Thank the archons.

It pulls up on the curb. A young man pokes his head out the window and waves at you.

"Good afternoon! Would you like to buy some ice cream? I'm sure a cute gal like you wouldn't like to get a heat stroke."