BR: Yeah! Let's go guys!
Scot-Michael: Not this time!
Scot-Michael: No, no, no, no...
BR: Ha-ha! YES!
Scot-Michael: Rats!
Nicholas Sahara: Hullo, Gents. How goes the game?
BR: Well, Nick, let's go to the scoreboard and take a look.
BR: Ben's Bengals lead Scot's Sieves 6-0!
Nicholas: Oh dear. I am sure that you've a grand strategy for your victorious comeback.
Scot-Michael: Yeah, my strategy is so secret even I don't know it.
BR: Sieve! Sieve! Sieve!
Nicholas: Really, Benjamin, this competitive side of you is unattractive.
BR: C'mon, you ready for the next point or are you going to chit-chat all day?
Scot-Michael: Awright, awright...give me just a second. Hmph.
Nicholas: I say, it's too bad there isn't a real-life foosball.
Scot-Michael: You mean, like, soccer?
Nicholas: Oh, er, right. Carry on...
3 comments:
I hat to say it but Scot-Michael was doomed the minute he picked the "sieves" for a team name. Does he know what a sieve is?! I hope they don't get sore wrists from all the foosball! I couldn't move my wrists one morning after a night of playing hard!
I have to agree with Marti, 'The Sieves'! Well you are asking for a hiding to nothing!
He'd best get Nicolas to help him find a winning name, then ask for a rematch or six. That or take up another game he can whip BR at
"The Sieves" isn't really Scot-Michael's team's name. Has no one heard of 'trash talk'?
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