(38) If not an Eagle, a Sparrow will do...
[The feed comes on, and Oliver is splayed out on the grass...somewhere. He's laughing at something, and there is a bottle just visible in his hand on the edge of the view. He's holding the PCD up over him, making faces at it]
C'mon, fuckers. Night's only a bit chilly!
[A hiccup, and more laughter]
You're right, you know? Killer's bitch, I mean. I need something better to fly, but this is a fucking start.
C'mon, fuckers. Night's only a bit chilly!
[A hiccup, and more laughter]
You're right, you know? Killer's bitch, I mean. I need something better to fly, but this is a fucking start.