If an enraged OTT was what you wanted out of this game all along allow me to grant your wish before you go...
What did you just say about me, you little scrub? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at the Dunk Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous underground dunk contests, and I have over 300 confirmed dunks.
I am trained in tomahawk warfare and I’m the top windmiller in the entire jam-o-sphere. You are nothing to me but just another opponent. I will own you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my words.
You think you can get away with saying that trash to me over the Internet? Think again, homeboy. As we speak I am perfecting my triple reverse 360 tornado windmill jam so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that serves you so hard you'll want to live under a rock. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can dunk on you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands.
Not only am I extensively trained in vertical leaps, but I have access to the entire archives of and1 mixtapes, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your scrub-a-tude off the face of the continent. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have just stayed home.
But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price. I will dunk fury all over you and you will drown in it. Get dunked, kiddo.
I hope that was a satisfactory tirade of rage for your tastes.