It’s hot, feels like a sneak preview of hell. It’s so hot old people are dying from the heat. The sun beats down like a billy club. No relief in sight. No relief to be found anywhere, as every oasis has been burned to the ground. The murder rate goes up during the summer months because it’s so hot; this summer will be no different. You’ll have plenty of work to do before Fall saves us all. You hide in the freezer during your lunch. Your coworkers at the morgue call you a freak for that but whatevs, let them sweat it out in the break room while you laze in the frigid air with the recently perished. You take another bite from your bologna sandwich. You chew it up. You don’t need to eat lunch with your coworkers anyway; you’ve got W3 Thr33 Tr0lls to keep you company!