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Hudson

Dane:So let me get this straight . . . you took your new wife, MY SISTER, to a farm for the honeymoon? A literal farm.

Mason:?? Moo, bitches.

Aiden:I don’t even know what to say.

Hudson:It’s not our honeymoon.

Mason:Sure it’s not. Just you, Molly, and a bunch of cows starting your married life in style.

Aiden:Nothing says “I love you” like milking goats.

Hudson:We don’t even have goats.

Dane:You’re not helping your case, dude.

Hudson:My mom invited us. She wanted to spend time with her new daughter-in-law.

Mason:Your mom invited you? On your honeymoon? Hudson, blink twice if you’re being held hostage by your family.

Hudson: Find another joke Mason.

Mason:That’s not a no.

Aiden:Did she put you to work too? I bet Hudson’s out there chopping wood and tilling fields while Molly’s sipping lemonade, laughing at his misery.

Hudson:I’m not chopping wood.

Mason:Sure you’re not. I can already picture you. Shirtless, flexing for Molly like some Hallmark movie farmer.

Aiden:“She fell in love with the farm boy. His abs were the real honeymoon.”

Hudson:You guys are idiots.

Dane:At least tell me you took her somewhere nice before forcing her to do manual labor.

Hudson:I didn’t force her to do anything.

Mason:So what you’re saying is Molly is out there bonding with your mom while you’re baling hay. That’s the story?

Hudson:There’s no hay. You’re all unhinged.

Aiden:It’s a farm. There’s definitely hay.

Hudson:Can you all focus on something else?

Mason:Nope. You’re the entertainment today, Wilde.

Hudson:You’re all dead to me.

Mason:Is that you in the barn? Is that where you’re texting us from right now?

Aiden:He’s probably hiding from his mom.

Dane:Or hiding from Molly after she realized this is her “honeymoon.”

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