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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.”

Hudson: IT’S NOT A HONEYMOON.

Mason: Sure, Farmer Hudson. Now go tend to your chickens or whatever.

Hudson: I hate all of you.

Mason: Love you too, big guy. ??

Aiden: ??

Dane: ??

Hudson: What’s with the basket?

Dane: It’s for the eggs Molly’s probably gathering.

Hudson: I’m blocking this chat.

Mason: No, you’re not. You’d miss us too much.

Hudson: I’ll send you all hay bales for Christmas.

Aiden: He admits it! There’s hay!

Mason: HA.

Hudson has left the chat.

Mason: He’ll be back.

Aiden: He always comes back.

Dane: Text me when he starts ranting about this in person.

Mason: Deal.