"That's right! My 76ers are gonna stomp your faggot celtics!"
::Frank texted into his phone and then looked up to the game. Frank had been away from his home town of Philidephia for a long time now. He had been in Manchester since January and had spent a long time in kansas city before that. When he heard that the celtics would be playing the 76ers in the second round of the play offs, he had to get tickets. Being a hit man for the Invictus did have it's perks and spending a couple hundred bucks for court side seats was totally worth it. There was only 10 minutes left on the clock and his team was up by 10 points. But, soon he celtics rallied and then won the game by 1 point. Frank found himself suddenly on the edge of a full blown frenzy and did his best not to kill the near by mortals.::
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