- Hey, cutie, I see you're happy about winning the match, and rightfully so, you were definitely the best player on the team. But where's the rest of your team? And your shorts?
- Who are you and what are you doing here?
- Easy, big guy. Don't you remember me? I played on the opposing team...
- So what? What are you doing here, this is our locker room! And what are you staring at anyway?
- Come on man, I come here to congratulate you on winning, and you come at me with such a tone...
- Oops, sorry, I'm really being a total jerk, but I'm a little annoyed by the behavior of the guys on my team.
- What happened, maybe I could help you with something?
- You know, don't take offense, but you're kind of short, so...
- Man, next to you, everyone's short! There's no one even on your team who would reach above your waist! You're some kind of freak of nature, and I'm not just talking about your height, but also the length of your...
- Stop embarrassing me!
- Hey, you don't look embarrassed, but OK, tell me what happened, maybe I can help somehow.
- Well, as you noticed, when I win, I get a little, you know, happy and excited, and then I need, you know, affection from someone, and they all ran away from me again!
- Well, it's not nice of them. Although when I look at you "enjoying your win" I understand them a little and I don't blame them... But seeing a stain on the floor, it's all over, right?
- You're stupid!?
- ?
- Do you really think that's all I can do? It's just a tiny prelude, one that appears by itself! But in a moment I'll explode if I don't do anything, and you know, I can do it alone, but what's the fun and pleasure then?
- Oh respect, man. So what, you need a helping hand, right? I'm here to help.
- You?
- Yes, me, because who else is here. What's that look? Man, just because I'm not tall, doesn't mean I don't have skillful hands. Skillful and experienced, you'll see...
