Spades
Well, I guess you're off the hook. Have a nice day.
Growling softly, Spades sat back down, shooing away both the young boy, and the vendor. What a waste of his time! Although, he was grateful he didn't have to fight...yet. Sighing softly, he bagan playing with the pocket on the inside of his sleeve. The game hadn't started JUST yet, although it looked as if it might.
Wait a second...why was his pocket empty? Didn't it have his munny in it? Shifting around frantically, he glanced about. Where could it have gone? Unless...
"That kid...He's probably laughing his head off somewhere nearby..." Irritated, he propped his head up with his arm, tapping his foot. Well, serves him right for bringing all of his munny with him...He'd just have to steal some on the way out. Simple enough.
"WELCOME BLITZBALL FANS! GET UP ON YOUR FEET AND HELP WELCOME YOUR ISLAND STARS!"
As if compelled by some odd force of nature, Spades stood to his feet, and began screaming as high as his voice could go....
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooOOO! THE ISLAND STARS ARE ABOUT AS GOOD AT THIS GAME AS A FLY. FLIES CAN'T SWIM!
What? He couldn't resist it, he was here for the other team. And while he didn't know or care about sports that much, he knew that the rules of sports were: Cheer for your home team, insult everyone else. And, considering that his team was already losing in the beginning of the game, he started screaming, again.
Not that anyone really cared. After all, everyone else was doing it.