The finely dressed cowboy-style fella thinks briefly and in a flash of brilliance finds the problem is solved. Quicker than his draw of his faux-ivory handled Colts he whips out a 14-inch crescent wrench and reconnects the sprinkler system heads between the hot tub and the table to the hot water lines! A nice hot shower will drench the tubbers, their food can be taken away under cover (their drinks as well) as they tread the path between.

With carefully aimed rocks, he breaks the sprinkler heads and the curtain of water descends. Ah-HAH!, he thinks, good thing the floor drains are working, I forgot that the water has to go somewhere and opening the doors would be drafty.

When the tubbers see what he's done loud cheers arise. Food and drink, two of the necessities (but not necessarily in that order), are warmly available, towels of none.