And the answer is…
Cynthia (yelling): NOTHING.
penelope kitten (squeaking): gasp. naked?
Cynthia (yelling louder): YES.
penelope kitten: buck naked?
Cynthia (shouting): Better yet… shove your face in the freezer and hope it turns into an ice cube!
Marcy comes stalking into the kitchen where Cynthia is having her hysterics in front of the open freezer.
Marcy: What happened? It’s been scorching hot in Los Angeles for the past year. You should be used to it by now.
Cynthia: Well, Marcy, I was trying to look cool for some photos.
Marcy: In that stupid outfit?
Cynthia (ignoring her): But, it was too hot. And I got really mad.
Cynthia: So, I had to lie down.
Marcy: You need to get a grip. You live in LA!
Cynthia (demonstratively): But LA has turned into an inferno! A dry creepy never-ending summer. Most of us don’t even have air conditioning out here. And those of us that do have a crummy little box in one room that creates more noise than cold.
Cynthia really starts to panic.
Cynthia: What if… this never ends. What if it’s 100 degrees… forever?!
Cynthia reels in a haze of heat and anxiety. She lands on the ground again.
penelope kitten: aack. help her.
Marcy tries to snap Cynthia out of her stupor.
Marcy: Hey. Cindy. Hey.
Cynthia (crying in delirium): What if I never get to wear my beautiful and bizarre Shimmer Sleeve Anorak that I bought in August from Anthro.
Marcy: Hey. Cindy. Hey. You’re raving. Hey.
Cynthia (sniffling): What?
Marcy: You. Live. In… LOS ANGELES!! – the most exciting place on earth. Everyone wants to live here. And you do! Now, get up and get a grip.
Cynthia (coming to): Okay. You’re probably right.
Marcy: And take some new photos. That outfit looks ridiculous.