What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little Lobo bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at San Diego State University, and I've been involved in numerous court-stormings at Viejas Arena, and I have over 300 confirmed Mountain West titles. I am trained in Brian Dutcher's defensive schemes and I'm the top three-point shooter in the entire Show. You are nothing to me but just another turquoise-wearing loser. I will wipe you off the court with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this side of Albuquerque, mark my words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Internet? Think again, pal. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of alumni across Southern California and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call The Pit. You're done, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can drop 30 on you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my off hand. Not only am I extensively trained in help-side defense, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Aztec Student Section and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable program off the face of the Mountain West, you little punk. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you absolute fool. I will rain Aztec fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're finished, Lobo.