Colin took in a deep breath, and began to dribble the ball. And then he hurled it up with a powerful grunt, putting it right through the center.
"I got one! I actually got one!" Colin smiled, before clearing his throat and saying, "I mean, business as usual for me."
"Ready to make it 25?" Otto asked.
"You're on!" Colin triumphantly declared.
Colin felt a rush of confidence as his score rose. Shot after shot after shot, he nailed the baskets! Even when Otto scored, Colin kept his head in the game and stayed confident. And with a net busting slam dunk, he brought the score, 25-5, winning him the shoes!
"And that's how I got your gift." Colin grinned as he handed Martin the shoes.
"Sweet man, here's a little somethin' for you." Martin replied in a cool tone. Colin opened the box and spun around a nice looking colt revolver.
"Be careful with that!" Lori concernedly yelled.
"Relax, it's just a prop." Martin replied.
"An' a mighty fine one, pardner!" Colin quipped as he spun the gun and stopped it with a firm grip.
That cosy holiday atmosphere was instantly shattered with a thunderous "BANG!", as a red stream poured out from between fake Santa's eyes.
"You said that was a prop!" Martin yelled.
"Did I? Oops...." the red mohawked punk grinned.
Colin knew something was up with him.... but there were bigger problems on hand... like the angry bimbos in elf costumes filing their nails to a sharp point.
Donna was walking back with Lori's surprise when she saw her and the other's heading over.
"Hey there! What's happenin'?" Donna grinned.
"NO TIME TO TALK, GOTTA RUN, BYE!" Colin yelled as he ran away with the others.
Donna stood there confused until a horde of elf bimbos trampled her on the spot.