Shush you. 
What? I'm just being observant.
Then he should ask himself if it's okay with him. Not me 
Besides, I'm not gonna run away with the poodle. Or ride of into the sunset 

Alright, *shrug*
Do as you two wish...
*Roly awakens from a too short sleep, forgets he zonked out on the 3rd floor, promptly falls over the railing and lands right on Krem. But he gloriously dreamt of killing all the thrice damned bogfishers just as Ceiling Cat promised, so he's got that going for him!*
Yo, Cabot, gimme an Irish coffee.
It's gonna be 82 degrees here tomorrow
(That's 28 C for those uncultured barbarians who don't use civilized fahrenheit measurements)
Uncivilized? If I use Celsius?
I seem to have a gatling-based weapon in my back pocket that disagrees...
I would boil inside my own body in your country... if all the poisonous animals don't get me first.
This. OZ is... eeeek!
Wait wait... people outside of Australia have BBQs!?
Well, yeah.
On the other hand, I imagine OZ's have BBQs all day, every day under that sun, right?
If they're not BBQing some meat, the sun is BBQing them! Mwahaha!