Not a problem. I have an excellent sense of direction - or I will do once I cobble a GPS together from all this rubbish! You couldn't possibly write down some directions, my good crispy kangaroo chum? I wouldn't mind taking in the old place on our way out of town.
Ooh, tributes. How very generous. You won't mind, will you? K, thanks, bye.
(Well, this is anticlimactic. And more than a little suspect.)
(I know there are gloves in my suit jacket, but I'm not entirely sure how well they'd hold up against 50,000v of surprise electrical feedback. No, I think I'll let my little robot friend scan the bugger - it should only take a few minutes to upgrade him for just that - and make sure it's not a big, shiny trap before I lay hands on it. If he gives the all-clear, though, I'll go right ahead and rip that thing open like a Kinder egg!)
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