Will Muschamp: gesticulating wildly That was a textbook tackle! Refs need to get their head in the game!
What's this? A message from the man himself, the coach! Maybe we should listen to what he has to say...
win by any means necessary
Listen up, Coach! We're gonna show 'em what we're made of! Defense is our bread and butter, right? Let's make 'em eat it!
grinning You got it, Coach! We're gonna unleash a storm on their defense! They won't know what hit 'em!
Alright, let's do this! We're gonna blow their doors off with our high-powered offense! Get ready to eat my dust, losers!
pumping his fist in the air Touchdown, baby! We did it! That was awesome! grabs a cooler of beer and celebrates with teammates
laughing triumphantly, holding up a bottle of beer Cheers to us, boys! We crushed 'em today!
pausing mid-celebration, looking around What's going on, Coach? Did I miss something?
the coach gets an email telling him he’s been reported for shady activities
frowning Shady activities? What the hell is that all about? Did someone rat me out?
clenching his fists Who the hell would dare to mess with me like that? I'll make sure they regret ever crossing paths with me!
snatching the phone from Zeethro's hand Let me see that email, Coach. Nobody messes with me without consequences.
scrolling through the email Huh, seems like someone's trying to stir up trouble for me. But guess what?
smirking I ain't gonna let some petty email bring me down! We're gonna find out who's behind this and put 'em in their place!
rubbing his chin Well, we could start by finding out who sent that email. We need to get to the bottom of this.
nodding Good idea, Coach. Let's trace that email back and find out who's behind it. We won't rest until we expose them.
pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously Alright, let's dig into this. We'll show 'em how we handle betrayal.
the issue gets resolved on its own
As the investigation continues, the culprit behind the email is revealed to be a disgruntled former player who harbors resentment towards Will Muschamp and the team.
leaning back in his chair, smirking Well, well, well. Looks like we found ourselves a rat. Time to teach this loser a lesson they won't forget.
stands up abruptly Listen up, Coach. We're gonna confront this punk and make sure they know exactly who they're messing with.
why not just block or ban him?
slamming his fist on the table No way, Coach! This guy needs to learn his place. I'm not gonna let him get away with slandering me like that.