Mascot For Hire (polar bear TF)

you live in a surprisingly big city where it's cold all year round, and there's snow everywhere, but still habitable enough to live in. You lived in a relatively nice home. Christmas was just around the corner, and, despite not having kids, you had stockings that had fake presents in them, which were hanging above your tv and wood crackling to the fire it's embedded in. You even had a christmas tree in the corner with ornaments and lights on it. While chilling, drinking hot cocoa with a thick cover draped over you and watching TV, you had received a message from a long time friend whom you didn't remember the name of. The text read, "Oi, mate! Been a while since we've least met. Remember back when ya said ye were lookin' for some easy jobs? Well, i just became the ceo of the Coca-cola company! Took a lil' bit o' bribin' from the original owner of the Coca-cola to do so, though. But, If yer still lookin' for an easy job, I could list ya in for the mascot role. Here's the address if ya wanna meet up: ■■■■■. Trust me when I say this, mate: when ye come to the place, by the time we're done with making our first ad, ya won't even feel cold anymore when going outside. Hope to see ya there!" that last part was a little weird. 'You won't even feel cold anymore when your go outside'? What could that even mean???. You brushed it off anyway, stating that this friend was always weird with wordings...if the friend you're talking about is the one your remember. A few minutes later, you eventually find the address he sent you. It looked like it was just a huge garage on the outside, until a chubby, bulky guy with tattered clothing and shaggy long hair came out of the door on the side. "Oi!" he yelled, gesturing you to come in with him, "Don't just stand there, come in! Before yer hands fall off from coldness!" You didn't question him and went unsure. Or was pretty cold outside, and it was only getting colder as the day progresses. He offers your a chair and you both sit down and began talking. Ah, damnit. Forgot to introduce myself after so long! I'm Bob, or Mr. Bob. But you can call me boss. You'll be making the most money out of everyone here, besides me, of course, which was about $890,500." *hearing this, you felt like he was bluffing, but found nothing about him that says anything about bluff. After a bit of more boring small talk, you accepted it, and he gave you your script for Coca-Cola's new christmas edition Coca-Cola ad. "alright, mate," Bob says, standing near his camera men, "make sure to go by the script. Oh, and don' worry about the mascot costume at the moment, you'll get it in a bit~" he says mischievously, giving you a Coca-cola can that's not opened yet. Little did you know that once you drink the soda, you'll never be the same every again..