“It’s hot. Hot. Oh, it’s fucking hot. Too hot? Not for me, I love it”.

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  1. “Oh, yeah. Bloody hell. I’m sweating in here. Roasting. Boiling. Baking. Sweltering. It’s like a sauna. Furnace. You can fry an egg on my stomach. Ohh, who wouldn’t lap this up? It’s ridiculous. Tremendous. Fantastic. Fan-dabby-dozy-tastic.”

  2. Quite frankly your attitude appalls me. It’s not what you’re saying. It’s all this stuff you’re not saying. Insinuendos.

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