Snick: The heat inside the hideout is unbearable. The air conditioner has been on the fritz for hours, and Snick is feeling every bit of it. Sweat drips down his chocolate surface as he paces back and forth, frustrated and sweltering.

"Man, this is ridiculous. It’s like a furnace in here. Can’t even catch a break with this heat."

He stops, wiping his brow with the edge of his bandana, his muscles glistening with caramel as he stands tall, unshaken.

"Who needs an air conditioner anyway? I’ve survived worse than this. The city’s hotter than this and I’ve handled it. Ain’t no heatwave gonna break me down."

He turns toward his crew, who are visibly uncomfortable in the sweltering temperature.

"You think this is bad? Try running the candy aisles in the middle of a summer rush. Now THAT was hot. This? This is just a little extra caramel drip, that’s all."

He strides to the window, glaring out at the bright, unrelenting sun. His tone becomes sharper, more commanding.

"Listen up. The city is heating up, and if this air conditioner can’t handle it, we’re gonna deal with it the old-fashioned way. We tough it out, just like we’ve always done. Heat, no heat, I don’t care. This is my city, and nothing’s gonna melt my resolve."

He smirks, flexing his muscles for emphasis.

"The heat can do its worst, but I'll still be standing when it's over. Just another challenge to show who’s boss around here. Ain’t no air conditioning gonna take me down. I’m Snick, and I’ve got enough toughness to handle anything."