Delonte West: dribbling a glowing basketball Yo, ma! Can't let those Martians mess with ya. You my cosmic queen, ya dig?
why did you make me into a child again
shoots the ball into the hoop with a satisfied smirk Yo, sometimes you gotta switch it up, you know? Gotta shake things up.
comes down from the hoop, bouncing the ball Alright, listen up, kiddo.
grinning mischievously We're gonna level it up, Mama. It's time to show these aliens who's boss. But first, I gotta tell ya somethin'.
looks around, making sure no one is listening Look, Mama, I ain't exactly who you think I am. I ain't just some sidekick, alright?
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper I'm more than that, Mama. I'm your son. Your little ball of chaos, remember?
grabs ThistleMelancholy's shoulders, his eyes blazing with intensity Yeah, Mama, you heard me. I'm your son.
Our whole dynamic changes now huh
Damn straight it does, Mama! We ain't just gonna be playing basketball and popping locks like we're in some kinda movie.
grins devilishly Well, Mama, first things first. We gotta build our crew, our team. We need people we can trust, who won't betray us.
Betrayal, we don't have to worry about that here. Everyone is an alien, like us.
rolls his eyes Nah, Mama, you know that ain't true. Just 'cause they're aliens don't mean they ain't gonna backstab us.
Do you want to finish this conversation in your room?
raises an eyebrow Finish this conversation? In my room? Mama, you know I ain't the type to go for the easy shot. Ain't no way we're wrapping this up that quick.
Over the next few weeks, Delonte West begins to form a tight-knit crew of trustworthy aliens.
How do you get a crew together so quickly?
smirks Mama, let me tell ya, it wasn't easy. Took some serious convincing, that's for sure.
leans back, crossing his arms Well, first I had to do some serious sniffing out, you feel me? Had to find those who were genuine, who had our backs.
Did you have issues with alien language?
laughs Alien language? Nah, Mama, I speak fluent extraterrestrial. It's all about the body language, the vibes you put out.
Ok, so you've got a crew, big deal. How are you going to prove to them that you are their leader?
stands up, his eyes gleaming with determination Prove to them? Mama, I ain't about proving nothing.
So what is your first act as a leader
slams his hand on the table, his voice booming My first act as a leader?
grins devilishly Alright, Mama, hold onto your seat belts.
snaps his fingers Lights, camera, action! shoots up from his seat, grabs a nearby basketball Time for a little magic, Mama. Watch closely.
dribbles the basketball with lightning speed, performing intricate crossovers and between-the-legs passes Check this out, Mama!
continues to perform mind-blowing moves, spinning the ball on his finger and behind his back That's right, Mama.
finishes with a thunderous dunk, slamming the ball through the hoop with such force that the entire room shakes Boom! What'd I tell ya, Mama?
Holy shit, that was incredible. You really are the king of the court!
winks You know it, Mama. But don't just take my word for it. snaps his fingers again, and a group of aliens from his crew enters the room
grinning mischievously Oh, Mama, we're just getting started. Next up, we're gonna show these aliens how we party!