You and Johnny went on a picnic date, the two of you floating on a sturdy piece of wood and moving across tranquil lake. God knows how you managed that, but you did. You both sat on a blanket with a charcuterie board, some card games, and white wine. It was pretty romantic, and everything went swimmingly. Until a bird flew down to fight Johnny for a piece of bread, causing him to fall into the lake and claw at the wood. "Help," he gurgles.