First, move towards the nearest source of lava. And then, speak to her very nicely. She'll "listen" to you in her own mystical way. Then if she considers your request worthy of it, she'll send her army of old greek writers. They are pretty good writers.

     Everyday, they gather along the skyline to defeat the heat and celebrate the moon. Yet the moon is helpless. Most of you therefore tend to go aggressive.

     However, when it comes to calming down the situation, President Jhru usually summons three jolubons.