Jurassic World, currently the largest theme park in the world, had welcomed 80% of the most powerful people on the planet in a single day.
Claire, the park's CEO, had plenty of complaints about how Alvin and the others were treating their guests. She felt her boss had passed up an opportunity to raise the park's profile, so she'd come up with several rather creative activities for the evening.
There was a beach bonfire party, an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet at the restaurant, all kinds of nighttime park activities, and even a special strip show organized for the dancers Stark had picked out.
Claire's efforts had certainly paid off. Everyone on the island had a great time. The only slightly odd thing was that they'd turned a dinosaur-themed park into a mini Las Vegas.
The revelry continued until four in the morning...
By the next morning, as Alvin wandered furtively around the hotel's emergency stairwell in a crisp suit, the whole place was still quiet and peaceful.
He peeked through the glass in the emergency exit door, quickly surveyed the corridor, then turned back to Stark, Frank, and the rest of the groomsmen, who were still nursing their hangovers.
"Guys, those girls don't seem to be awake yet. This is our chance..."
As he spoke, Alvin pressed the children's communicator in his hand and whispered, "Battle Axe calling Honey, Battle Axe calling Honey. What's the situation in there?"
Hearing only static over the radio, Alvin frowned at Stark. "What's going on?
"I just got in touch with the kids. Why did the signal suddenly disappear?"
Stark glanced at the band on his wrist and shook his head in dismay. "Oh, this isn't good. All electronic signals are being jammed.
"FUCK! Has JARVIS turned against us?"
As Alvin lamented that getting married