Poo - Heat resist

	The four of them began walking through that world in the depths of the earth, where the hot wind blew in cyclones, but...
	The ground burned the soles of their shoes. The heat haze rose and shimmered, distorting the distant scenery. The ground had a constant low, dull vibration like an old refrigerator, and every once in a while, as if it remembered what it was trying to do, there would be a more violent trembling. There was about one earthquake per minute, and one of every ten earthquakes had a magnitude that was so strong they had to stop walking! And every time, the mountains and boulders would sound like they were shaking to pieces. Cracks opened up in the ground, overflowing with lava. They tried to walk only in the relatively solid areas, but here and there, every now and then, holes would open up in the ground like antlion dens, and WWHHOOOSHH! ...columns of steam would shoot up out of them. The magma's breath, thousands of degrees too hot!
	“Pheww, it's like a sauna out here...” Paula mumbled, sloppily. “I wonder If I'm losing weight...”
	“Be careful...if you step on one of these steam vents, you're going to get scalded!”
	They thought it felt nice to warm their stiffened muscles and loosen their tension...but only at the start. They were completely covered in sweat, and their clothes clung to their bodies, making it very difficult to move. Beads of sweat forming in their hair and on their faces trickled down in streams, and dripped from their chins.

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	“If you extinguish all thoughts from your mind...even the flames will feel cool...cool as so many cucumbers...” Perhaps as a result of his extensive spiritual training, he didn't even break a sweat, but even the ever-steady Poo was muttering complete nonsense.

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Mother 2, Chapter 8