Melting

Waaaaaaaaa


It's so HOT over here.  Why, Mother Nature, why? Why are you torturing us so? I'm melting. I'm turning into a Thalia puddle. This is cruel, Mother Nature. So, so cruel. You're killing me.


Mar, Mir. Clean up in aisle four. There's a puddle of Thalia-ness on the floor.


HA! THAT RHYMED!