[verse]
I think I'm gonna go and make a chair in the fridge.
Take out a shelf or three, and make a little space for me.
Go and sit inside and find a way to keep the light on.
And then I'll sit and read a book, or maybe code a game.

[pre-chorus]
In the fridge, (Where it's chilly)
I can sit, (Rather silly)
Look at me, (Read my book)
I'm alright. (I'm really cool inside my fridge)

[chorus]
blinky binky tink, cool, alright.
blinky binky twoo. La la la
blinky binky tink, cool, alright.
blinky binky tra-la-laa-la-la

[verse]
I think I'll have to turn the fan up in the living room.
But it'll probably be blowing all my papers all around.
Or a little pool to bathe my feet in, nice and cooling.
Then I'll sit and read a book, or maybe code a game.

[pre-chorus]
Giant fan, (Hope it's chilly)
Nice and cool, (Nothing silly)
Look at me, (I read my book)
I'm alright. (I'm really cool with my epic fan)

[chorus]
blinky binky tink, cool, alright.
blinky binky twoo. La la la
blinky binky tink, cool, alright.
blinky binky tra-la-laa-la-la

[bridge]

Oh good grieft the temperature is soaring once again,
And I'm not sure if I can cope with all this heat.
It's like a crazy melting magma that's refusing to cool down.
The room is hot like an oven, and I am the roast chicken.

[chorus]
blinky binky tink, cool, alright.
blinky binky twoo. La la la
blinky binky tink, cool, alright.
blinky binky tra-la-laa-la-la
tra-la-laa-la-la
blinky binky tra-la-laa-la-la
tra-la-laa-la-la
blinky binky twoo. La la la

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Rule Board

Int. Dave's Games and ScrunchCakes - Arcade Area

[Dave is proudly sticking a new poster near the Highscore Spreadsheet. The poster reads: "Dave's 10 Scoreboard Commandments." Greenie is leaning against a Centipede machine, shaking his head.]

Green: Rule one: "No score must be claimed, unsupervised by a member of staff."
Dave: That pretty much fixes all the problems, right?
Green: Except we'd need extra staff members to stand watching people play the games all day.
Dave: Don't be silly. You could do that!
Green: I am NOT doing that.
Dave: Why not? You love these sorts of games.
Green: That's well beyond my job description.
Dave: To be fair, I never actually hired you.
Green: That's not the point.
Dave: Don't worry, Greenie, it's about the integrity of the game.
Green: [reading] "No cheating allowed, even if it's for the integrity of the game." I'm not sure that makes any sense, Dave.
Dave: Nonsense! It's perfectly logical. Rule three: "The Whack-a-Mole score of 999,999 is hereby expunged from the records."
Green: You're still hung up on that? And why is that a permanent rule?
Dave: Rule four: "High scores must not look like phone numbers."
Green: You know high scores can look like phone numbers, right? Some phone numbers look like high scores. They're just numbers, Dave.
Dave: Rule five: "The top ten scores of every game must have a corresponding email address in the Highscore Spreadsheet."
Green: We've been over how flawed that bit of the ruleset is.
Dave: You still don't believe all the people using the "NotARealEmail.com" domain, are you? I checked it out. It's a real domain.
Green: And that's your proof, is it? Did you email any of them?
Dave: No. I didn't have any news for the newsletter yet.
Green: Rule six: "Any score that ends in 1337 will be given a free ScrunchCake." Seriously?
Dave: See! I'm encouraging honesty! It's genius!
Green: Dave, this is insane. We're running a business, not a game of Dungeons and Dragons!
Dave: Dragon ScrunchCakes?.. It's all about the experience, Greenie! This is going to revolutionise arcade integrity!
Green: You don't have to revolutionise everything, Dave. Some things are better left alone.
Dave: Nonsense! The future is now!

[End Credits Roll]