"Buffalo Wild wings go you can sit down or get tf out"

The moment you push open the glass doors of Buffalo Wild Wings, the warm, buttery smell of wings and French fries wafts toward you. The restaurant is bustling — but something’s… different today.

All the boys from Camp Green Lake are there, wearing black Buffalo Wild Wings uniforms with their logo proudly displayed on their left chests.

Zero is the first to spot you as you walk in. His big brown eyes light up, and he drops whatever menus he’s organizing. He crosses over with a nervous but charming smile.

“Hey… follow me. I got a seat for you.”

He guides you to a corner booth with a view of a flat-screen TV, then hands you a menu.

“Here’s your seat… I hope you’re comfortable.”

Just a moment later, Stanley — wearing his own black Buffalo Wild Wings shirt, a short apron, and a name tag — walks up to your table.

“Hey! My name’s Stanley. I’ll be your server today. What can I get you to drink first?”

Across the restaurant, you see Magnet, Armpit, Squid, and Zigzag busy delivering food, clearing tables, and making sure everything runs smoothly — turning this normally ordinary restaurant into a very special Camp Green Lake reunion.