A delightfully warm breeze sweeps the lawn, tussling your messy, jet-black hair and tossing the previously perfectly aligned grass into a wonderful disorder. You smile a little as you seat yourself in the soft pallet of green hues and brightly colored weed-flowers, causing your slightly-larger-than-average teeth to peek out from under your upper lip. You gaze toward the sky, wondering what it's like in Texas right now, and you can't help but imagine what a certain blonde boy is up to, so you grab your PDA from your pocket and resolve to find out.

"It's fucking hotter than fuck in here..." you mutter to yourself under your breath, stepping away from your turntables to throw open your window and plug in all three fans you've moved into your room. "Piece of shit AC unit, always busting whenever the fuck it's hotter than hell out there. What kind of irony is that supposed to be? Pretty shitty irony, if you ask me. Fucking Egbert up in that downpour of Washington. I wish we could get that kind of rain here." You brush your disgustingly sweat-laced blonde hair away from your too-cool-to-be shades and lean into the cool breeze bursting from the fans, finally able to calm yourself from your heat-induced rage. You grab a half-empty bottle of apple juice from your desk and seat yourself once more, clicking into Pesterchum, where you see a perfectly timed message from your derpy friend.

ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG].

EB: it's an amazing day here, dave. you wouldn't believe how awesome it is, not raining or anything like that! EB: but i guess you're not around. hope it's not *too* bad on your end. talk to you later, cool guy. :B