"First time on a private plane, Hudson?"
"First time on any plane, actually."
Hudson and Joe were huddled in a top-secret government plane, soaring through the air in order to get to Las Vegas in record time.
"Want some Ass Wine, Hudson?" Joe asked, pouring himself a glass.
"...Ass Wine..?"
"Yes. Ass Wine."
"...Ass...pfft. ASS WINE?! HA! What's next, Penis Whiskey?"
Hudson was in hysterics laughing at his own joke, while Joe just sighed.
"...I want to kill you so bad right now." Joe sharply murmured under his breath
"Sorry, what was that?" Hudson questioned, recovering from his laughing fit.
"Mmm? Nothing. Here, catch."
Joe flung a gun in Hudson's general direction, which Hudson almost fumbled.
"Good call." Hudson said, "I might need one of these."
"...of course you do." Joe replied stoically, "You don't have plot armor like I do."
"Hey!" Hudson snapped back, "I'M the protagonist of this book, so I get the plot armor this time!"
Joe murmured some curse words under his breath as the plane landed in Las Vegas.
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High-Octane
Humor(This follows the version of Hudson seen in MrAmbrose1's "Sibling Rivalry", so check that one out)
