Suddenly, your coach charges you. You're slammed back up against the wall, his forearm across your chest, "What am I gonna, do? What the motherfucking motherfucker am I gonna do?" He leans in close to your face, his hot breath blowing rank across your face, "I didn't come over here to get insulted by some snot-nosed kid you fucking piece of shit! You're fucking with my team with your insubordination Braddie boy, and I'm here to put a stop to it!"
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