John prepares to jettison excess cargo.
Author's Note:
Burke and Wills were British explorers who attempted to chart a path through the Australian dessert. The gong, the writing desk, the table suite, and the horse grooming equipment were all items they felt necessary for the attempt. All but one of the 16 members of the party, died in the attempt.
Chinese gong? Stationery cabinet? Heavy wooden table with matching
stools, and horse grooming equipment? What? What is this stuff and why
the hell is it in my head?
"Harvey!"
"Yes John?"
"What is all this crap?"
"Essential supplies."
"Essen... Harv, what the hell do we need a gong for?"
"Announcing our arrival of course."
"At what? The other side of the wormhole? And what's with the horse grooming equipment?"
"It's personal."
"How can horse grooming equipment be personal? Don't answer that. I don't wanna know. Chuck it out."
"But... but... we may very well need it!"
"Harvey
old buddy, we're charting wormholes, and I'm one passenger too many on
the manifest already. Either it all stays, or we do."
"But..."
"But me no butts Harv."
"Very well John. But I shall remind you of this when we are suddenly required to throw a dinner party on an unfamiliar planet."
"Whatever, Psycho Bob. Just get rid of the excess baggage."
"That could be easier said than done."
"Tell me about it. You done yet?"
"The gong is gone John."
"Good. Then let's get this fiasco on the road, and chart a bit more of the Uncharted."
"I trust you will not get us lost?"
"So do I Harv. So do I."
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