Please, Mister Jailer. It is just so HOT in this little prison cell for a girl. Why, I have hardly got any water left in my little old bowl and the sweat is just fixing to start driping down my body if I get even a little... exercise in here. Won't you do a girl a favour and come in and keep me cool? Why I don't know, sugar. Maybe you could start with pouring that bucket of lovely cool water all over my helpless body...