*Fade to picture*

*The camera focuses in on a field. Nothing but Sharper and some friends are seen tossing a football around. The camera gets closer to listen in on the conversation between the guys.*

Sharper: I mean I'm not trying to be negative at all, but this dude is like a fart in a mitten. We know its there and we cant fuckin' stand it.

*Everyone laughs a bit except Matt who reaches into his pocket. He pulls out some sun flower seeds and puts them in his mouth. He spits some out of his mouth before continuing.*

Sharper: This guy is always saying something negative. If he was so educated and everything he says, he'd have some manners, but nope. Whats education gonna get you in this business? Nothing at all, so why should I waste my time reading a book when I could be getting faster and stronger. The day I pick a lame ass book up will be the day Kincaid stops playing video games and that day is never.

Sharper: You know what? Fuck Downfall. Lets's play some football!

*Everyone gets in position. Sharper is playing quarterback.*

Sharper: Downfall!....Downfall! GO!

*The recievers run out and cut in. They run in three consecutive circles as Sharper throws the ball. The reciever somehow catches it and starts to run. He's tackled a bit later and they huddle back up. Sharper looks at the camera and begins speaking.*

Sharper: You see, I call that play Downfall because the recievers run in a circle and repeat it three times. Yes, your right. I call it that because Downfall loves repeating shit over and over.

*Matt turns back into the huddle.*

Sharper: Okay guys. Carlos on three.

All men in huddle: BREAK!

*They get back in position as does the other team.

Sharper: Carlos.....Carlos...CARLOS!

*The recievers run out straight. The defense breaks throught the line and pressures Sharper. Sharper scrambles and launches the ball. The recievers stop halfway through there route and dig into there pockets. They pull out gameboys and begin playing them! The ball soars over the recievers for an incompletion!*

Sharper: What the hell are you doing?! I said Carlos not Kincaid! God damnit!

*The men huddle back up as Matt looks rather mad.*

Sharper: Okay, morons. Carlos on three. This time do it right!

Everyone in huddle: BREAK!

*Everyone lines up in position and gets ready.*

Sharper: Carlos...Carlos....

*The defense looks puzzled. They change there positions, thinking they are gonna repeat the same play.*

Sharper: CARLOS!!

*The recievers run in a straight line into the end zone. Matt lets the ball go and watches it fly into the recievers hands. TOUCHDOWN!!*

Sharper: YES!

*Sharper's team celebrate a bit as the opposing team looks on in disappointment.*

Sharper: C'mon now, you didnt expect to beat us anyway did you?

Chuck: Fuck you!

Sharper: Yeah..how 'bout not. Anyway, game over guys. Im outta here. Got to catch a flight. Cya.

*Sharper heads over to his car and begins talking as he walks.*

Sharper: As you can tell. We call that play Carlos because the ends run in a straight line. Shotgun should know alot about that since he does spend most of his weekened getting high and sniffing coke lines.

*Matt smirks a bit.*

Sharper: Downfall..at Fallout I'm not only gonna beat the living hell out of you, but im gonna end the sweet winning streak you love bragging about. I promised I would last time, but that didn't happen. At Fallout, mark my words. I'll die before I let you walk out of Fallout with your hands raised. Believe that.

*Matt reaches his car and gets in.*

*The scene fades out.*

*Scene fades back in at an airport. Sharper is seen dragging his luggage. He places it on the rack and watches as it is dragged off on the moving belt. He steps through the metal detector. Nothing beeps.*

Lady: Sir! SIR! Were gonna have to check you.

Sharper: What for?! The fuckin' thing didn't even beep.

Lady: Sir, this is just a routine were asked to follow. We dont want nine eleven to repeat, now do we?

Sharper: Do I look like a fuckin' terrorist?

Lady: No sir, but we must do this.

Sharper: Whatever..

*The lady feels on Sharper, touching everything on his body.*

Sharper: Look here. I know its almost Christmas and all, but do my nuts look like presents? Could you please stop touching them?

Lady: He's good to go!

*Matt grabs his bag off the belt and straightens himself up. He walks off towards his gate.*

*Scene fades to black.*