Primus and Dad are ready and raring to go, Primus already on the sphinx and Whipp begrudgingly sulking over. Primus asks if she’s going to wear anything special, to which she scoffs and says that this is a potential sniping mission if shit gets bad, she’s fine in that department.
Well, suit herself! Primus feels very fancy, and while a little nervous, he admits, he has a good feeling about all this!
Dad has loaded up the grill. And the boom box. And the hotdogs. The date material is ready to go, as is the fatherly TCP herself. Let’s get a move on! To the date!