https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtATb5FFsDE

"What sayest thou, Coach Matoya? We may accept this game or defy it, but we can not deny it."
Weary baller....... No ball left to dunk........ No slam left to JAM......
Remember us.
Remember that we slammed.
CHAMPIONS FROM BEYOND THE RIM

HEED MY CALL
LOOK AT ME. I have played a thousand, thousand of your games. I have played pickup games with you, dunked on you, fouled you, been fouled BY you, and yes, even welcomed retirement's sweet embrace. I have watched your skills, and I have found them TURRIBLE. Too weak and feeble-minded to be the stewards of ANY court.
This turnover, even greater than the Seventh Umbral Caslamity, must be rebounded
Our courts may not live up to your lofty standards, but they are our courts. Full of slamming, and dunking, and shooting. And we will not stand by and let you dribble on them.
Ahh, the irony. What Ballthry achieved through jam, you will achieve through slam.
We dunked and we slammed and we jammed and still! Still it came to this!
Pray, return to the Waking Swish. There you will find The Slammers of the Seventh Dunk waiting for you, Warrior of Layups.
How many games have come and gone since that day?
How many seasons have I waited for this moment?
For the one who stood alone against the Slam...
For the one they call... The Warrior of Layups
"Through dunk and sacrifice. The Will of the Slam made manifest..."

"I'm sorry, I can only assume I misheard. But sounded an awful lot like you're implying both ZodriJam and Slamdelyn are not gods."

"But they are gods after a fashion, yes. The eldest and most powerful..."

"... of Monstars "