The Picnic
Picnic she says, like it's as easy as that. Like it's a perfectly normal thing to do.
Birkhoff is muttering to himself as he sorts through his clothing trying to pick out something suitable to wear to a picnic. It's not like he's been on one... erm.. ever. Eventually he selects a well worn and slighty faded tee shirt a pair of long khakhi coloured shorts with lots of pockets. And fills his canvas satchel with a brand new checkered picnic blanket, a book, a hoodie, sun cream, a hat, bear spay, and enough insect repellent to sink a battleship.
"I'll have my gps tracker on just in case," he tells KITT as he leaves the apartment "If i don't come back tonight send the search parties out to find my chewed up remains."
He heads to Pandoras wondering what the hell he's allowed himself to be talked into.
Birkhoff is muttering to himself as he sorts through his clothing trying to pick out something suitable to wear to a picnic. It's not like he's been on one... erm.. ever. Eventually he selects a well worn and slighty faded tee shirt a pair of long khakhi coloured shorts with lots of pockets. And fills his canvas satchel with a brand new checkered picnic blanket, a book, a hoodie, sun cream, a hat, bear spay, and enough insect repellent to sink a battleship.
"I'll have my gps tracker on just in case," he tells KITT as he leaves the apartment "If i don't come back tonight send the search parties out to find my chewed up remains."
He heads to Pandoras wondering what the hell he's allowed himself to be talked into.