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When he walked down the hallway, Marshal saw Grimsley reading a book. Marshal asked him about shooting hoops, and apparently Grimsley didn't care anymore.
Marshal felt scandalized about this. In fact, he yanked Grimsley by the scarf and threatened him with, "WE SHOOT HOOPS!"
He also smacked him lightly behind the head, but that happened to have Grimsley's hair shoot off. Reality was his hair was really… a Murkrow.
Grimsley squawked in embarrassment and gave Marshal a bald glare before scrambling after the offended black bird. Marshal refused to allow his Jewish friend to slither off, however, and charged after the man in a blaze of manly glory. It was for the shooting of the hoops.
Just as Grimsley had the startled crow pokemon cornered behind a trashcan, he was shot forward by the force of Marshal's Take Down attack and straight into the top of the trash can. It crashed to the side and rolled a few feet stopping just before a long set of stairs in the darkest and most depraved areas of the Pokemon HQ. Marshal straightened from his position on the floor and stalked over to Grimsley and pleasantly chucked the can down the flight of stairs.
Marshal followed at a relaxed pace as the can ricocheted down into the depths of the HQ, only to be heard from a steadily growing distance. Once the can reached the end of its journey it gave one last crash and a loud moan of agony that followed.
Marshal took the remainder of the time to reach the end of the stairs realizing that today was not, in fact, his birthday.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered, utterly distraught. So distraught, in fact, that his face remained in its calm expression yet his banana brows gave the deepest of frowns.
His face was messed up for a full ten hours until he and his now handicapped friend made it to the basketball court.