We get it now

It came to us as a reality in the shower. As we soaped up our face all nice and clean-like, the scalding hot water launched itself at us. Again.

We now have a system, though.

Enjoying the nice warm wake-up shower goodness? Enjoy it. Scalding hot water launches itself at you? Scream like a li'l baby b*tch and turn the hot water down just a smidge. Keep b*tching under your breath and --

Hey. Waitaminute.

If Nemo over there had stood naked in a scolding hot shower for a week, then we'd be impressed. Sh*t. We might even be impressed if he held his breath for 20 seconds, tops, in the stream of boiling adversity.

So we get it now. Impressive, this chilling in a bowl for a week with people monitoring your every breath, into an oxygen tank, no less, and massaging your fingers, which we secretly hoped would fall off half way through.

What? Fingers? Nevermind.