Hey. Hot day, isn't it? I'm sweating like a pig. I may look like hell in my matching tank top and mandals, damp and pasty white flesh inches from your face, but don't worry -- I've got a suit with me so I'll look really nice when I'm not around you.

Oops. Sorry. Like I said, it's hot, and this little terrycloth bracelet I'm wearing only absorbs the sweat dripping down the bottom half of my right arm.