Shut the fuck up! I've got you where I want you, Barkley! I've got you by the nuts, you motherfucking sportlover! First I'm gonna ice you, then I'm gonna ice this little shit at my feet! Jordan, If you so much lay as lay a hand on. If you hadn't Chaos Dunked Manhattan, I wouldn't have had to blow him away. The sight of his son with a gun to his head completely tunneled Barkley's vision, and now he sees the holey priest Shut up you little shit, or I'll pump you with lead like I did to Bird.
You just snapped and killed all those people, didn't you? Did b-ball really mean that much to you? I guess you just snapped, huh? Just let it all go when you did that Chaos Dunk. No, you're one of those fucking goodie two-shoes, always looking out for someone else and never yourself. You wouldn't put your son's life in danger like that. Or you'll do what? You're a fucking coward, Barkley. Heh, I was the black sheep of your god damn Barkley b-ball clique.
I wasn't a part of your little… 'b-ball family'. Own little family you can always count on. Jordan is holding a gun to Hoopz's head, while Larry lays behind the altar in a pool of blood.
The party pops up out of the manhole, and are next to the church! Sewer systems are so convenient.
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