MYO-822: Ratchet

Holy hell was it hot. Grunting in annoyance, Jax, in his doll form, fanned himself with an ear. The heat had given, apparently, every Bun in Burrowgatory the same idea; hit up the ice cream shops. The line for his favorite one had been out the door when he had gotten there, and only now, after standing about twenty minutes in the stifling humidity, had he finally gotten through the door and into the shady cool of the shop.Relief was soured as the proud Bun felt beads of sweat roll...