A long time ago, in a theme park far, far away ...

Sweat-soaked and soda-stained after his steeplechase across the Disney MGM theme park, my brother Chris would sneak himself into the Characters' Cooling Room: an air-conditioned, sub-zero breakroom for anyone wearing a giant character costume.

Mandatory for Wookies, Ewoks and tea-totaling Tauntaun trainers, this Hoth-like haven was the place to be for anyone wearing a heatstroke-honing headpiece. And like young Luke Skywalker in Mos Eisley's Cantina, my brother Chris—with his pronounced predispositon towards perpetual perspiration—wasn't welcome.

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