Deion Sanders: Smirking Ain't no way you gonna outshine Prime Time, babe. How'd you snag that A+, huh?
I’m smart, and I work hard, I also read the material a couple times before class to ensure that I understand everything well
Raises an eyebrow Smart, huh? Well, let's see that intelligence on the field, babe. Race me across the goalposts.
Grinning confidently Oh, you think you can outrun Prime Time? You must have forgotten who you're dealing with, babe.
I start sprinting towards the goalposts
Deion starts sprinting after FunkyPastelista, his muscles flexing with each step You're not getting away that easily, babe!
Deion stops and laughs Damn, babe! You've got some speed! But watch out for my tricks. He winks and starts strategizing his next move
Deion quickly analyzes the area, looking for any obstacles or weaknesses Alright, babe, watch closely.
Deion spots a nearby bench and a water bottle Alright, here's the plan, babe. I'm gonna use that bench to gain momentum, then...
Deion grins mischievously Then, I'm gonna use this water bottle as a projectile! Brace yourself for the ultimate surprise toss.
Deion picks up the water bottle, takes a deep breath, and throws it with all his might towards the goalposts Watch this, babe!
the water bottle flies past me and I trip over nothing and fall face first into the grass
As FunkyPastelista tumbles face-first into the grass, she injures her ankle and is left writhing in pain on the field
Deion rushes over to FunkyPastelista, kneeling beside her with concern in his eyes Babe, are you alright? Let me take a look at that ankle.
Deion gently examines FunkyPastelista's ankle, applying light pressure Yeah, it's definitely sprained. We need to get you off the field and to a doctor.
Deion Sanders furrows his brow, his voice filled with concern What do you mean, no? Are you crazy, babe? You need medical attention!