"She said, and I quote," Betty giggled, licking a salt off a fossil, "'Make sure he forgets my mother's name.'"
"Amigos!" Pedro bellowed, sloshing his Dino-Sour . "Tonight, we do not just bury the bones. Tonight, we bury the loincloth!"
"Cut!" she screamed.
As the night reached a fever pitch, Pedro decided to introduce the Gran Finale . "For the man who can crush a boulder with his pinky... a boulder of a different kind!"
As the credits rolled—over shots of Pablo crying in the corner, Betty selling the gelatin shots to a rowdy group of Neanderthals, and Señorita Piedra arm-wrestling Vilma for the last brontosaurus burger—a title card appeared: LOS PICAPIEDRA XXX - Despedida de soltero de Bambam
Maribel continued. "The real bachelor party is tomorrow. With your mother. And her knitting club."
Bambam’s jaw dropped. "Maribel? My Maribel?" "She said, and I quote," Betty giggled, licking
It was Vilma and Betty, but not as they had ever seen them. They wore feather boas made from flamingo fossils and heels carved from obsidian. Vilma carried a whip made of brontosaurus tendon. Betty held a tray of wiggling green gelatin shots shaped like... well, like male anatomy.
First came the challenge. Bambam had to drink a shot from a cup held between Vilma’s knees while doing a squat. He did it. The crowd went wild. Pablo fainted into a pile of guano. As the night reached a fever pitch, Pedro
Pedro’s face turned the color of a cooked lobster. "Wait, what?"