Oooh, I see where you're going with this. Jest not, my friend, there's enough power behind this one foot to launch me straight past your smug nose if I wanted.

[ This place is so warm and he's wearing leathers and jogging, fuckfuckfuck. The snowflakes are, therefore, greedily rubbed on his face and neck.

Disjointedly, he grouses, ] The heat's terrible, can't you do something about that?