- HE'S RIGHT HERE.HE'S NOT EVEN IN HIS ROOM.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
WHAT'S EVERYONESTILL DOING HERE, MAN?
WE GOT A B-BALL GAME!
- I HAVE TO FINISHTHIS GAME FIRST.
- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?- YEAH, IT'S GOING ON 14 HOURS.
OH, MY GOSH, NONSTOP.
- HATE TO TELL YOUYOUR WORLD OF "WARCRAP" GAME
IS OVER!- OKAY.
- THE MYSTERY'S SOLVED,THE MURDERERS ARE HERE.
DEMAMP,LET'S SLIT SOME THROATS!
- YEAH! MURDER 'EM!KILL 'EM ALL!
HELL YEAH![grunts]
DEATH!- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- JUST...KICKIN' IT RIGHT NOWIN THE 'ROID LOUNGE, CHILLIN'.
ABOUT READY TO INJECT MYSELF,GET THE BLOOD PUMPING!
- YOU JUST DID STEROIDS.
- RIGHT DOWN MY D-HOLE!DAHHH!
JUST KIDDING,THAT WOULD HURT.
I'M GONNA GOIN MY HEART THOUGH.
[bleep]
- OKAY, FINE.I'LL GET IT STARTED!
I'M GETTING IT STARTED!WHOO!
- WAIT.- THIS IS FUN!
LET'S GO.YOU'RE DEAD.
- NO, NO.- YOU'RE DEAD!
MURDERED!LET'S GO, DUDE!
GET OUTTA HERE!- WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, MAN?
- YOU GONNA SIT HEREAND EYEBALL ME, MAN?
- YOU THINK I'M AFRAID OF YOU?- I KNOW YOU ARE, NUT-MUNCHER.
- I AM BALKARAN HELLSCREAM,WARCHIEF OF THE HORDE, AND...
YOU ARE A MERE HUMAN.
- WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!
NO, NO, NO, DON'T GO!OH, NO!
- I WANT EVERYBODY OFF MY LAND,NOW!
- YOU...ARE OUT OF THE GUILD,KASHAKAZUL.
YOU'RE NOW BANISHEDTO BE KNOWN SIMPLY
AS BLAKE HENDERSON.- NO, NO, NO...
- HEY, JEREMY?
CAN YOUR STEPMOMGIVE ME A RIDE?
- WHAT THE HELLARE YOU DOING, MAN?
YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK METO GET IN THAT GUILD?
- NO, I DON'T KNOW.BUT YOU'RE WELCOME, OKAY?
BECAUSE THE GUILD'S FAKE,THIS TEAM IS REAL,
AND WE NEED YOU.- OKAY. YOU NEED ME?
- YES.- WELL, GUESS WHAT.
- WHAT?- I QUIT!
- IF YOU QUIT THIS TEAM...
I'M NEVER GONNA FORGIVE YOU,BLAKE.
I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER'SONLY CHILD,
WHICH IS WHO I AM,I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU.
- YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M GONNA MAKETHIS A LITTLE MORE INTERESTING.
- PLEASE DO.
- I'M JOINING TEZ'S TEAM.
YEAH.- YOU'RE WHAT?
- YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.AND WE'RE GOING TO RENO.
YOU HEAR THAT, ADAM?
- I'M HAVING CHEST PAINS.
- I GOTTA GO TO "AMPM,"ALL RIGHT?
I NEED A SLURPEE TO COOL OFF.- HEY, HEY!
- AH, MY CHEST HURTS!- IT'S A.M.-P.M.!
HE'S OUT OF HIS MIND.
I THINK HE'S LITERALLYLOST HIS MIND.
- I CAN'T EVEN MOVEMY LEFT ARM.
- WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS?- AHH!
THINK I'M HAVINGA HEART ATTACK.
- YOU'RE SHOOTING THIS STUFFRIGHT IN YOUR CHEST.
YOU'RE CRAZY.- WE NEED TO DO MORE STEROIDS.
INJECT ME WITH MORE STEROIDSTO OFFSET IT.
- YOU'RE DONE WITH STEROIDS.
- IT'S LIKE PULP FICTION.I NEED TO INJECT MORE INTO ME.
- I'M NOT INJECTINGMORE STEROIDS.
I'M GONNA TAKE YOU TOA HOSPITAL OR SOMETHING, OKAY?
- THERE'S NOT ENOUGH TIME, MAN!YOU GOTTA GET TO THE GAME!
- FORGET ABOUT THE GAME.
WE DON'T EVEN HAVEENOUGH PLAYERS FOR A TEAM.
- WELL, THEN YOU GETSOME PLAYERS.
AND YOU GET A TEAM TOGETHERAND YOU DUNK THAT BALL SO HARD,
EITHER USINGSOME MINI TRAMPOLINE
OR SOME MOON SHOES,
AND SHATTER THE BACKBOARDSO HARD
THAT IT GETS GLASSIN SOMEONE'S EYE!
- I PROMISE.
WE GOT RENO.
- IT'S A DEAL.- ALL RIGHT, DEAL.
THAT WAS A CLOSE CALL.
[laughing]
- ARE YOU GONNA CALLAN AMBULANCE?
- OH, ARE YOU STILLHEART ATTACKING?
- YEAH, I'M STILL HAVINGA HEART ATTACK.
- IS THAT STILL HAPPENING?- YEAH.