“Silence! The King is making his entrance!” Garrett Temple announced as he strutted into the locker room, shirtless. “Please make way for the King!”
Vince Carter smiled. “You know, man, technically we’re all kings, since we play for the…”
“SILENCE! Who talked while the King was talking? I do not remember giving anyone permission to speak!” Temple said as he sat down at his locker.
Carter, who had the locker next to him, smirked. “Yo, I know you had a good game tonight, but…”
Temple raised his hand, somehow adorned with many heavy rings, and faced the palm towards his teammate. “THE KING DEMANDS SILENCE!” Temple shouted, not looking in Carter’s direction. “Now, where are my concubines? Ladies? Ladies? The King requests your presence!”
Zach Randolph, who had been listening from a few lockers down, piped up. “You think just because you scored 34 that ladies will appear out of nowhere to…” he stopped as he noticed two voluptuous, scantily clad females walk through the door, heading straight for Temple. They walked over to him, took places on either side of him, and began cooing and stroking his arms.
“My concubines! The King has a special gift for you!” Temple took out his phone, stuck it in his shorts, then began fiddling with it as Carter looked on disbelievingly. “A personal token of my appreciation! Vince, I sent one to you as well, as a reminder of what bodily appendage you can suck!”
“Okay, now you’ve gone too far!” Carter felt his phone buzz. “I’m not even going to look.”
Temple wasn’t paying attention. He had now opened the Twitter app on his phone, and was dictating a tweet while the girls laughed.”…scored…thirty…four…points…leading…my…emphasis…on…my…team…to…victory…while…my…impotent…subordinate…teammates…could…only…play…with….their…tiny…hashtag…willies…ell…em…ay…oh. After he finished typing, he hit the “Tweet” button with emphasis.
“This doesn’t reflect well on you as a person, Garrett. And can you tell your lady-friend to move? She’s blocking my locker.”
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hallway, and what sounded like angered shouts. Willie Cauley-Stein and Dave Joerger burst in.
“Garrett, I think you sent a picture of your junk to the whole team by accident! Even coach got it man, what the hell button did you press?” Cauley-Stein yelled while Joerger simply stood, stony-faced.
Temple smiled serenely. “Oh, it was no accident. Just a friendly reminder, you could say. Now,” he stood up, pulled on a t-shirt, put one arm around each woman, and began to walk out. “the King has other matters to attend to.”