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  The Adventures of McFinleyyy Chapter 2: The Train to Dublin’s Fair City If Chapter 1 was about survival and self-resurrection, Chapter 2 is about pure momentum. Because nothing says “big night ahead” like a squad assembling on a rickety Irish Rail train into Dublin’s fair city. The Squad Reunites The Uber dropped McFinleyyy at the station with just enough time to make the train. And there they were—his loyal brothers-in-chaos. Ye Olde Large Lad : Built like a rugby forward, heart of gold, stomach of steel. He once ate three spice bags back-to-back and lived to tell the tale. Legend has it, his idea of “light pre-drinks” is a six-pack of Dutch Gold and a bottle of Buckfast. Winky : Notorious for two things: a wink so cheeky it’s borderline illegal, and a talent for chatting up women who really should know better. His catchphrase? “Sure what’s the worst that could happen?” (Spoiler: usually a lot.) Whizzair : The speed demon. Nobody really knows how he got the nickna...

  The Adventures of McFinleyyy Chapter 1: The Night Out That Almost Didn’t Happen If there’s one thing McFinleyyy knows, it’s that life rarely gives you perfect timing. Take last night, for example. His body felt like it had gone twelve rounds with a cement mixer—sinuses clogged, throat scratchy, head pounding like an unpaid drum solo. But while his immune system was waving the white flag, his WhatsApp group chat was blowing up with messages like: “Bro, you’re not bailing tonight. Everyone’s out. Dress code: chaos.” “Shots on me if you make it.” “Wear something tight, we need the McFinleyyy effect in action.” Now, McFinleyyy isn’t one to disappoint. He has a reputation to uphold, and reputations, much like six-packs and Tinder profiles, don’t maintain themselves. So, like a warrior preparing for battle—or a hungover student trying to find clean socks—he dragged himself from bed. Step One: Convincing Himself He’s Alive The mirror did him no favors. Pale, tired eyes...