Interviewing The Players.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, How are you coping up with this heat?!" Marlion asked through his microphone. He was sitting at a commentary table mid-air above millions of spectators, who were seated with shallow or no clothes at all under the shade of a humongous umbrella.

The umbrella was blocking the scorching sunlight from reaching them, as well as lowering the heat to the bare minimum.

Unfortunately, Felix and the players, who were each standing near their hovercars, did not enjoy the same treatment. As the only protection they had, were the sunglasses they bought earlier.

Thank god for that.

"I ain't even feeling it!"

"On my planet, this heat was called absolute zero!"

"When you are going to brag, at least make some sense, you f*cking retard."

The spectators yelled their responses with red faces and sweaty foreheads, creating a symphony of unrecognizable noises.