So bloody hot...

It's just so bloody hot! It feels like it's the middle of June already, but... Oh, wait, it is the middle of bloody June, isn't it? How the smeg is one supposed to do any measure of good at one's finals with one's brains either baking in their skulls or melting to bloody mush? Remember the Wookie army in Star Wars - Episode III: Revenge of the Sith? Only six actual Wookies were shot with a camera (and plenty more with heavy repeaters, one can only imagine), all of them teenage basketball players. It seems we're yet to see a Wookie played by a professional actor (Chewbacca was played by Peter Mayhew, a nurse at the time, cast for his height. It seems under tonnes of make up and fur, acting range isn't really crucial, especially when you're not expected so actually say any lines that won't be dubbed as roars). I digress. My point is those six Wookie suits, in which the sportsmen were shot repeatedly (too hot to make another bad "shot" pun the likes of "now that's commitment!" or "That's got to hurt...") swapping weapons and places in between shots (not too hot to make a booze pun, such as "An added perk of showbusiness, you see..." or "Wookies can hold their liquer in battle.", but I'll refrain from that) had their own coling system by means of circulating ice cold water.

Can I get one of those? It'd be the thing for the exams. I'll even growl at every sitting, for as long as I'm nice and cool underneath all the fur... Besides, dressed as a Wookie warrior, who's going to contest my answers? I might rip their arms off...

Semper niger, pax vobiscum atque vale.

ArabianShark is struggling to even breathe under the heat. I can't even be bothered to slip in a secret message.