Shokktown: Welcome to Earth

There are two kinds of college
    students: jocks and nerds.  As a jock, it is my duty to give
    nerds a hard time.

hey you bros. Booyakasha.
We are BACK. We are BACK. And One Presents: The Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is BACK. If you are a freshman, you are probably still a virgin. That will end when the game is over.

We play basketball. Say it with me: B-A-S-K-E-T-B-A-L-L. You probably think you are familiar with the game.

Unless you have had the handprint of the Postmaster General branded on your back in the lane, you are hopelessly naive.

Unless the Sinister Prime has wasted a free throw to punish your junk, you are wide-eyed and unaware.

Is your name Stephon? Our name is Stephanie. We are your namesake. You have kissed us. You have felt our bodies. You have felt our souls. You have held back your tears because they are tears of joy. WE ARE NECESSARY; you are contingent.

Intramurals. There is one purpose. We get the numbers of female referees. We were posterizing you before there were walls. If you are freshmen: we've been strapped with gats since you were cuddlin a cabbage patch.

Not waving. Drowning. Splash. Have a day, Marcus Landry.

Sincerely,

The Postmaster General and the Sinister Prime