Ever wonder how some people (usually the ones donning harem pants and toting instruments) can casually strut around on scorching hot sand or blistering asphalt without doing that hop-skip-and-a-jump thing or playing Frogger to find patches of shade? Or how some rather alternative adventurers can trek across pebbled beaches, through forested mountains, and along craggy river banks blissfully barefoot? Somehow, they never seem to flinch.
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