Tim and Doug wear their blue suits, as they are at the S@10 corporate office. They both sweat like pigs. Tress sits behind the counter. The sack over her hear is slumping, because of heat and perspiration.

Tim : Is it March already? Fine time for the AC to take a dump on us.
Doug : I'm sure glad we live in sunny San Diego, not some armpit of the frozen midwest.

Jenn enters the panel. Her face looks haggard, overwhelmed from the oppressive heat. Tim stands up a little bit straighter as he undoes his tie. Tress cheers.

Jenn : It's hard enough to work here under ideal conditions. What's with the AC?
Tim : That's it. I'm making an executive decision. Grab your swimsuit. We're going to the beach.
Tress : Yay! Field trip!

Doug scratches his head uncomfortably. Tim is outraged. Tress cheers.

Doug : Can we vote on this? This isn't exactly swimsuit season for me.
Tim : Vote? This ain't a democracy, it's a flippin' Timocracy! You come to the beach or you stay here and work!
Tress : All hail overlord Tim and his wise decisions!

Jenn holds out Doug's pasty white arm.

Jenn : Come with us. You could use some sun.
Doug : Sun? As in, like, Solaris? I'm already SPARC certified.
Jenn : Yeah, you REALLY need to get out more.