[After being granted permission to voice any and all comments that pass through her mind, Viridi has spent the entirety of the practice match screaming through a megaphone. A paper megaphone colored with a crayon that does nothing to amplify her voice.
Fortunately, her shrill voice doesn't need amplification, anyway. Her contributions have been invaluable.]
Defense! Where's that defense! Get your hands out of your pants; you're abusing the wrong ball!
You call that a spike?! I've seen sharper spikes on a rosebush! A dead rosebush!
Foul!Foul! That ball was so far over the line you could feel it passing by from Mount Silver!
REF! Who's the ref?! I'm making you an appointment for a proctologist; you seem to have a chronic case of head up your ass!
[There is a significant possibility that more than one person is ready to commit pedicide by the time half an hour has passed. Her abuse is heaped on most players pretty evenly, though the observant might note that Iwaizumi and Ahsoka are spared the worst.]
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Fortunately, her shrill voice doesn't need amplification, anyway. Her contributions have been invaluable.]
Defense! Where's that defense! Get your hands out of your pants; you're abusing the wrong ball!
You call that a spike?! I've seen sharper spikes on a rosebush! A dead rosebush!
Foul! Foul! That ball was so far over the line you could feel it passing by from Mount Silver!
REF! Who's the ref?! I'm making you an appointment for a proctologist; you seem to have a chronic case of head up your ass!
[There is a significant possibility that more than one person is ready to commit pedicide by the time half an hour has passed. Her abuse is heaped on most players pretty evenly, though the observant might note that Iwaizumi and Ahsoka are spared the worst.]