The Two-Week Heatstroke

In the depths of July, when the thermometer screams, The "Good Doctor" is ready for his theatrical schemes. Locked up in the studio, he chases the perfect sound, While outside the heat breaks every roof around. He wears a black coat, hat, and a scarf, For the neighbors' fans, an absolute torment. He is a creative genius, an inventor with edge, Who miserably sweats and screams in a thick winter wool coat. Oh, watch out! It is the Two-Week Affliction! Where common sense collides with historical fiction! He is a theatrical threat, a master of streams, Until the three-digit weather destroys the basis of his team! Bring the leeches! Call the Good Bot here! The Doctor is creative, but his brain is only porridge! He wears a leather beak mask against the plague, But his understanding of physics completely finishes him off. He curates chaos and art with high standards, But a simple table fan was not in the manual. He ignored every warning, went right up to the limit, Now his boiling brain is the only thing one can doubt. He built a whole studio, a brilliant design, Only to be completely on the ground due to the summer sunshine. “Welcome to the Listening Party... where the only thing we hear is the sound of the broken air conditioning. Bring this man an electrolyte packet immediately, but hurry.” Oh, watch out! It is the Two-Week Affliction! Where common sense collides with historical fiction! He is a theatrical threat, a master of streams, Until the three-digit weather destroys the basis of his team! Bring the leeches! Call the Good Bot here! The Doctor is creative, but his brain is only porridge! The Doctor is here... in a bathtub full of ice. Always stay hydrated, people.