"Pretty much. I don't personally understand the draw, but hey, maybe it's supposed to be something you do before you die. Like before you get into Heaven, Thomas will be like, 'Excuse me, you never froze your balls off standing in Times Square. Please leave,'" he said, putting on a suitably deep voice for his imitation of Thomas. He couldn't resist theatrics, really, especially at a party when he had a drink in his hand.
"Right, I can withstand the cold for long enough then run back inside before hypothermia strikes. And death will once again be avoided. I should totally keep you around to be my voice of reason."