That old new office is being renovated still. There's a room though, which is almost perfectly done, along with a brand new air conditioner. When you are leaving in tropical island, in the middle of global warming , season uncertainty and the father of Sheila's daughter, air conditioner would be very handy, especially when you are a sex machine ready to explode at anytime. In the one and only cool room, a group of men are having a serious discussion about their new office future , which is a heritage, former lime factory at colonial age.
"Is it just me? or everyone here feels stiflingly hot?" moan the fatter man.
"I can smell a barbeque already"
"Yes it's so hot, so you can fry an egg on the floor"
"Of course, your tiny winny bitty lil' deflated eggs!"
"I thought they wrongly put the stove up there instead of a should be air conditioner"
"Somebody better get an air conditioner expert here, or else we'll melt like his snots" pointing a silent innocent young man.
"I think we should have some break of rest" the young man replies reflexively. And out they go.
They're back in after quarter an hour relief facedly. "Wew, turns out that the air conditioner is so god damn cool. Great to be back here", "Closest to heaven i ever be" , "We have to arrange a new religion to worship air conditioner."
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