You and Kyle 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 Kyle for a piece of bread, causing him to fall into the lake and claw at the wood.

"Help," he gurgles.