“Hey Luis, I was wondering if we could talk about something.”
“Sure, Roy, what is it?”
“Well, I was reading about this on the internet, and I knew I needed your opinion on it. What do you think about the situation surrounding the… Falkland Islands?”
Luis froze.
“What did you say?”
“I was just wondering about the Falkland…”
“NEVER SAY THOSE WORDS AROUND ME!”
Luis charged at his teammate, fists swinging. The players tumbled to the ground, Hibbert desperately trying to avoid the wildly flailing arms and legs of his Argentinian comrade.
Several teammates and coaches rushed over to intervene. They managed to separate the incensed Scola and confused Hibbert, now sporting a fresh black eye. Scola struggled against the restraining arms of his captors.
“What was that for, man?”
“The right of self determination is bullcrap! Las Malvinas son Argentinas! The Falkland Islands are and forever will be property of the glorious reign of Argentina! We will no longer stand for the indignity perpetrated on us by the British scum!
“Sorry I asked.”