Whilst playing whist in the Antarctic shivering in the
tent,you realise that food is running low, the ponies
were eaten by oates* and you decide it's time to hit
the overide.
Instantly you take command of all their exo's
cutting off
all their radio communication with base. Audio out
is
a loop of"I'm just going for a walk, I may be some
time"and they all troop out of the tent into a
wintery
doom.
This leaves you to scoff all the Kendal Mint cake and
wait for rescue.
* Who could of imagined such a ravening outbreak
of
carnivorous Avena Sativa in the Antarctic?
**I know this a bit of a tangent, but did any of the
Martians on the way to Horsell Common say
the equivalent of "Are we there yet?"