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It hasn't been that long since Seo played her school's basketball team, but she doesn't remember it being <i>this</i> tiring. The guys on the basketball team here are... Well, they're all really damn good. She still won, and in fact she destroyed them: at least one of those tall-ass basketballers is limping out of the arena. Seo looks forward to their awestruck stares marred with basketball-patterned bruises.

But somehow it feels... hollow. Unfulfilling. As she walks into the girl's locker room, covered in sweat, (or, as she would put it, glowing like a pig) she sighs. The looks of devastation on those weird skittle-headed basketball giants were nice, but ultimately there was nothing behind them. Sure, they probably thought they were hot shit, and now they got wrecked by a girl a head and a half taller than them, but it's just not as tasty as it ought to be.

She starts undressing to hop into the shower, and as she looks down at the mega lame bra she's wearing, it hits her. Waka. He picked this shitty bra for her, and she bought it just to make fun of him. He's not here. He'll never get to see her make fun of his shitty taste in bras. Ugh, what a dick. Might as well never wear a bra ever again, to be honest.

She tosses it aside as she hops in the shower, and as she stretches her body under the shower heat, she makes a decision. She hops out and dresses back in her street clothes, and then signs up to practice with the baseball team. The only thing that can dispel this funk is more destruction. That baseball team is about to see the face of God... and he'll be laughing.