The Hangover: Texas (Not me who choose Texas, ChatGPT recommended it)

The Wolfpack is on a plane, heading to Austin, Texas, for a “low-key” weekend. No weddings, no big plans—just a bachelor party to relax, with BBQ, beers, and maybe a little country music. Stu promised this time would be different.

Stu: (fiddling with his phone) “Look, there’s kayaking, hiking, escape rooms, food trucks... and more! It’s going to be a chill weekend.”

Phil smirks, still not fully convinced.

Phil: “Escape rooms, huh? You know, getting locked into a small room after drinking in Texas sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

Alan: (grinning, pulling out his phone) “Oh! I read that Texas has a secret underground goat-rodeo league. We should totally check it out. I’ve got all the details right here—”

Doug cuts him off, sighing heavily.

Doug: “Alan, please. We’re here to relax, not end up in some weird underground animal competition.”

Stu looks a bit sheepish.

Stu: “Umm, well, I guess we could skip the escape room... And maybe the goat rodeo. But the rest of it sounds fun, right, guys?”

Doug nods half-heartedly.

Doug: “Sure, sure. Let’s focus on the good stuff. Barbecue and beer it is.”

Phil sighs, resigned.

Phil: “Alright, fine. But can we promise to stay away from any activity that involves animals, guns, or being locked in a room with drunken Texans? Can we at least have that guarantee?”

Everyone nods, reluctantly.

Alan: “Deal. No animals, guns, or being locked in a room full of drunken Texans.”

The plane begins its descent. Texas comes into view, glowing with neon lights. The Wolfpack, still hopeful, looks out the window, unaware of the chaos awaiting them.

Phil: (glancing at Stu) “Relax, man. What’s the worst that could happen?”

The plane touches down. The Texas heat hits. They gather their bags, and the adventure begins.