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Tree house

After returning the bull, Nate and his friends decided to make a tree house the size of a small mansion and Nate says we out done our selves, right guys" And they all go in and check the place out and Mike makes suggestions "Hay, why don't we put more cool stuff" And Nate says "OK, since I'm the leader I'll be instructing everyone" And Kevin says "For the week man, for the week" And Tyler says "But it is nice when he's team leader, lot's more exiting, like that one time we had to run 3 steps every second in order to not get bitten by snakes, we still got bitten at the end" And Nate says "OK, Mike, you're good with architecture so I'm counting on you to make this place have 2 more floors, Chuck, you're good at Electronics and pipes so you take care of that, Kevin, you're good at finding cool stuff so you and Tyler go find a TV, PS5, a fridge, etc. and I'll be finding tiles and windows because who the hell wants to be in a cold tree house and Tyler, while you get supplies with Kevin you make sure you go for a sneak run and don't forget the Chips and cheese dip. If we pull this off today, I promise you guys a funny misadventure" And they get to work and after 3 hours they get down and it looks like some sort of wooden mansion, with chips and dip and Nate says "OK, I promised an adventure and let's go out and make it" And Nate tries to go down the trap door but his head gets stuck and Kevin says "It must be because of the big head he got from being in charge" And they kick him down but it doesn't work and Nate says "Guys stop! It's not working" And Tyler says "We know it's not working" And Nate says "Then why do you keep kicking me in my face, my handsome, gorgeous face!" And they use a ladder to give out the window and get butter and put it on his head and Kevin says "Might not have been an adventure, but it was funny to watch" And Nate's head gets so buttery that when he goes home, he has to wear a turbin for a week because every attempt to wash his head would just get gloves made of butter on his hands