"Hey. Hey, buddy. It's a little hot in here, d'you mind turning it down a little?" Your charming social skills are sharp enough, it seems. The guy gets up and fiddles with a dial on the side of the furnace. Instantly, the room is plunged into absolute zero, the temperature at which even atoms stop moving.
Let's face it, you're DEAD.
Go brag about your death at the
GRAVEYARD.
Or START OVER.