Triggered

This is all your fault.

No.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- What the f...? - There's a good boy.

No. No!

What are you... What are those?

What the fuck are those?

- - No.

No.

You left me no choice.

No, no, no, no...

Fuck!

No!

Help me!

Somebody help me!

- Somebody help me... -

Oh, God.

Please don't do this.

They were fucking kids.

They're just fucking kids!

We love you, Bobby.

You're like a brother to us, Bobby.

Okay, why do I sense there's a "but" coming here?

But, this is the last time we let you organize us accommodations.

What? You don't like nature, huh? You don't like the woods?

I like electricity and I like hot water.

Didn't have to be so far out, man. There are closer camps.

Yeah, we're literally in the middle of nowhere. dude.

Okay, look, every hotel within a 30-mile radius was booked up.

I mean, everyone's in town to watch the Hyenas

demolish the Beavers tomorrow.

Big game of football, small town,

plus a little impromptu reunion with the nine of us

means not a lot of options to suit everyone's bank account.

- Okay? - Great. Thanks.

Yeah, I don't know.

I'm pretty sure I can afford two rooms at the Tiki Motel.

People go to the Tiki Motel to get three things: bed bugs, crack, dead.

I'd rather share the woods with these vermin than step foot in that shithole.

Okay, there's a lot of reasons why this is more advantageous

than a hotel.

Who says "advantageous"?

Uh, she does, bro.

We can be as loud as we want.

The fire's awesome.

And we haven't all been together in a while.

Jesus, bro.

- - Classic.

- Still such an idiot. - All right. All right.

Laugh it up, a-holes.

You don't use that shit,

you're all going to end up with Zika, Ebola,

West Nile or herpes.

Uh, relatively certain you can't contract herpes from a mosquito.

Yeah, you can.

Katie Krewson, my girlfriend junior year,

she had it, she gave it to me.

I asked her about it, said she got it from a mosquito.

I don't think that's how it works, dude.

Wait, that's cured now, right?

Yeah.

Probably.

- - Oh, gross.

- Where are you going, babe? - What, I can't take a piss in the woods?

Or do I have to get your permission for that too?

Somebody put hot sauce in her taco.

- What did you do, bro? - More like, who'd you do?

You got a reputation, man. That's all I'm saying.

Chalk this one up to too many beers,

but the last person you want to piss off is Cici, man.

That chick is vindictive.

You remember... What was that history teacher's name?

Mr. Edmunds.

Mr. Edmunds, gave Cici detention for texting in class one Friday.

So Monday, she comes back, posts on the NAMBLA forums

- from his school P.C. - NAMBLA?

North American Man-Boy Love Association.

- - Ouch.

Oh, poor Mr. Edmunds.

Guy gets arrested,

put on the sex offender watch list.

Wait, seriously?

Shit, I wondered what happened to that guy.

Fucking loved me.

Gave me straight A's all the time.

Shea, you're up.

Yeah, we all did fucked-up shit in high school.

No one here is innocent.

Well, you know what I say? Fuck the past!

- Yeah, fuck it. - Whoo!

I'm just happy to be here right now.

- Boo! -

- - Amber, you scared me.

Sorry.

So you know I can read you like a book, right?

Okay, well, I don't read books,

but I can read you like a celebrity gossip blog.

What did he do now?

Want to talk?

I think he's cheating on me.

Okay.

Well, if he is,

then you need to be Amber Heard to his Johnny Depp

and leave Ezra's sorry ass.

I know. I just...

I kind of like making him fight for it.

Watching him squirm.

You are such a bitch.

No wonder we're besties.

Hey, Erin.

Oh, thanks.

You seem quieter than usual.

I'm fine.

Just seeing everyone back together...

takes me back to high school.

Wasn't exactly the happiest time for me.

I'm sorry.

No, I... I don't want this weekend to be about Caleb.

I want it to be about having fun.

Remember when we played Truth or Dare,

and when it was her turn, you dared her to go home.

- Oh, shit. -

I'm just glad to see you're not acting weird

around Erin anymore.

High school was a long time ago.

My taste in woman has changed...

...for the worse.

Dick.

I like a girl I can argue with,

and then have explosive makeup sex with later.

Besides, Erin's been mute ever since, you know.

Well, with what she's been through, Kato,

maybe you should just cut her some slack.

I mean, she was like that before.

Need any help here, bro?

No, thanks. I've seen too many rock stars go down that road.

You remember my band, right?

Dick Cancer.

Cock Tumor.

We changed our name after college.

Our sound had matured,

so it made sense that we mature with it, you know?

Go by Butthole Equinox now.

Played Gato Loco last week, Wednesday.

Place was packed.

It was also half-off frozen margarita night,

so it's tough to say what the big pull was.

I sent you a link on Facebook though, didn't I?

I can make sure you're added to the list.

Don't bother, bro. I blocked you.

Ow. Fuck.

To old times?

Yeah.

Cheers.

I did not think you'd come.

I mean, this isn't exactly your kind of jam, roughing it.

Falling asleep under the stars.

Oh, fuck the stars.

You should see the fairy lights in my tent.

[rock music blaring over radio]

Normally I'm a "bros before hos" kind of guy,

but this one time I got to cross the party line and ask,

what the hell do you see in that guy?

I mean, dead-end rock band.

Dopey smile.

You know, you were valedictorian.

Now you're graduating from M.I.T.

I ain't no genius, but that shit don't compute.

Weren't you, like, a huge drug dealer in college?

I grew out of it.

I had the good sense to identify a bad habit and drop it.

I need a refill.

Your drink's almost full.

No, it's not. Dickhead.

Something you want to say?

Good night, Oregon!

Hey, when are you opening for Coldplay?

Fuck this.

- -

Jesus.

Can't tell if they're fucking or performing an exorcism.

No, I'm going to blow. I'm going to blow.

- - Almost there, Bobby.

Almost there.

What the fuck, Bobby?

Come on, Cici.