3.

They had a bathtub filled with balls. But not just any kind of balls. Basketballs. The balls themselves were not only big and bouncy, but they had a special kind of magic to them. A magic Grimsley nor Marshal knew about. The only person who knew about these sacred balls was Caitlain because… she cursed them all. She prepared these balls for this special day. They had a bathtub filled with balls.

Marshal did not waste any time, man. He took a ball and shot it in the hoop. He then took another ball and shot it in the hoop. Then he took another ball and shot it in the hoop. Wait, no, that was Grimsley's head.

"RUH-OH!" Marshal gasap'd as Grimsley screamed for his dear and bald life. He was literally upside-down within the hoop. Marshal tried to help the kindred spirit by taking another two balls and chucking it at Grimsley's body and head.

Grimsley upchucked the Swanna he had for dinner, not to mention some blood, all over the court before he slid down the hoop at last. He didn't make it to the floor to walk the dinosaur, though. He just suddenly went poof.

"RUH-OH!" Marshal smacked his hands to his face as he let out a noise that reflected the terror he felt within. And with that, the next logical idea he could come up with was to step back a few feet and make a dash towards to hoop. Marshal jumped down the hoop as if he was flippin' Mario goin' down a pipe and found himself not the court, but on Grimsley's body sprawled out on concrete.

What was also on this concrete were many black people hustling about. The city itself was black. Even the sky was black. All of it were black like Grimsley's soul.

After several minutes of Grimsley and Marshal's unwritten bullshit adventures, they got off their lazy asses and decided it was best to explore. Everyone was giving Grimsley a grim look either because he stuck out like an awkward boner what with his giant, white nose or because he looked like he got tackled by a Bouffalant.

"Why did you do that," Grimsley finally spoke. "Why did you do that to me."

"Today is not my birthday."

Grimsley stomped his lady foot. "MARSHAL, I KNOW IT'S NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY. WHY DID YOU THROW ME DOWN THE STAIRS AND IN A HOOP? AND WHY DID YOU THROW BASKETBALLS AT ME? DO YOU NOT APPRECIATE EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR YOU?" Fyi, he did shit for Marshal.

There was a pause. Then Marshal wisely pointed out that, "Today is not my birthday."

Grimsley got so infuriated that he plopped his tiny ass on a black bench to calm himself before bringing up, "Where are we, anyway."