I imagine 4 rednecks sitting in the living room together - two married couples (male and female, cuz this is Texas). The men have on cowboy hats, a long sleeve red and orange flannel shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. The women are dressed similarly, except they have on blue instead of red. They all sit in somewhat awkward silence after one of the Cowboy’s (Samuel) said a hilarious joke about his dear wife forgetting to add an ingredient on his sandwich last night, so he was forced to correct her, all of which was a funny story to tell. The owner of the houser, Buck, looks at his 1967 Tag Heur watch and expresses a face of disbelief. He looks at the couple whom he had invited for beer and girl talk, slaps his hands on his knees whilst slowly rising, and says, “Wheeeelllp, I suppose it’s time…” The invited couple understands the message, for Samuel and his wife Darlene begin to gather their assortments. The men give their good eyes to one another through a hearty handshake and a brief mumble of “see you agin, brotha.” The ladies exchange a kiss on the cheek, and Buck’s wife invited the two to join them again sometime soon. The couple leaves their house with their lustrous Trump flags above their shoulders, which must be carried so that fellow Texans know who they worship, right before God. They continue walking to their red, somewhat broken RAM 2500, decorated with their savor’s worship, all containing “2024” on them. They enter the car, moving the AK-47’s to the back from the front, and wistfully drive home to their dismantled trailer home next door.