4.
They were at Black City.
When Marshal and Grimsley entered a building, voices were whispering to each other until a man came up to Grimsley, while rolling up a sleeve, and said, "Hey, come over here so I can kick your ass." Grimsley shrieked and did so again when Marshal picked up his skinny ass and galloped out of there. They ended up in an empty alley.
"What was that about?" Grimsley questioned after Marshal place him down. "Don't they know we're part of the Elite 4?"
"Shoot hoops," Marshal replied.
Grimsley glared at him and smacked him at the shoulder. That barely had any effect. "We're not shooting hoops, you moron!"
"NO, SHOOT HOOPS!" Marshal roared back so powerfully that Grimsley's long ass scarf slapped the young Jewish man in the face.
"Marshal's right," a young voice came out. Marshal and Grimsley looked around to see where that came from until a lid from a nearby garbage can lifted up.
It was Black.
"Why are you hiding in there?" Grimsley asked, feeling so disgusted at the fact there was a person chillin' in a trashcan that he wished he was in a bathtub filled with balls. He wished the rough and hard balls caressed his body. It would be ballsy.
"Shh, I'm hiding. I stole this from Ikea. I also have pillows in here, so it's pretty comfy," Black echoed inside. "Dude, you should find a place to hide quick or else you're going get lynched. That or find a basketball hoop quickly-and take me with you!"
"What?" was all Grimsley sputtered. He noticed that Marshal was panting and growling angrily like a dog. Black heard this and found himself coming out of the trashcan and petting Marshal. The grown man found great comfort to this as he happily tapped his foot. Grimsley watched this and just went, "What."
"Hey, I'm a trainer!" Black said. "I've studied all about you Elite 4. Anyway, we're apparently in the past when all the blacks got segregated here. In order to go back to the present, we have to jump into a basketball hoop, which is easier said than done."
Before Grimsley could reply, a voice shouted out, "There they are!" They saw that a herd of black people spotted them and were, in fact, chasing the sons of bitches.
Black cursed before Marshal scooped him and Grimsley up and ran out of there. As they were being escorted, Black explained how the basketball hoops in Black City were sacred. They were being hunted for a good fifteen minutes before a fence ended their journey.
Upon further inspection, the people just noticed Marshal due to the fact earlier they were distracted by Grimsley's giant nose. Someone interrogated at him, "Why are you with the white men?"
"S-SHOOT… HOOPS?" Marshal went. Soon enough, everyone gasped and went on their knees. To them, he has apparently spoken a sacred passage. Yes, in fact, they now knew him as… Renball Z.