"OK listen up worms!" barked Chad. "You are here, because you wish to become members of the Fraternal Order of the Stag. But we do not
accept those who have not proved themselves! And we are not talking about proving yourselves through sucking up to senior members, or
pulling wussy little pranks like in those stupid little '80s movies you all watched when you were in diapers! We are talking real, head to head
combat! Nature's primal fury! We are going to road trip down to Anthro Park, we are going to enter as stags, and we are going to leave as
what?"
"Stags!" shouted over a dozen half-drunk voices in unison.
"That's right! And just to make sure of your dedication to this organization, we are passing around this loyalty oath. If you go down in your first
round, and make us all look bad for considering you for this honor, not only will you immediately give up your horns, you are going to spend
the rest of this vacation at the beck and call of us real, powerful, battle proven Stags, as our little slave bitches! Because if you are not willing to
lay it all on the line, you do NOT have what it takes to join this order!"
"Yeah!" came another shout.
"Now let's do this!"
As the crowd charged towards the van, Chad was approached by Shaun, one of the junior members. "Hey, not to be a kill-joy, but didn't a
bunch of guys try and pull this last year? And didn't the park shoot refuse to participate in that sort of bet?"
Chad grinned. "Someone's done his homework. But see, that was last year. This year, things are going to be different. You know Brother Vinny?
Do you have any idea the sort of money he made speculating on tech companies last month? We are going to offer that park a donation so
generous not only are they going to have to enforce this tradition from here on out, I bet we can talk them into making it a mandate for every
stag in the park!"
"If you say so," said Shaun, signing his name to the pledge and catching up with the others.