Stay on the Court

Condor: [Kid shoots the basketball at the hoop] Ugh. Don't you get tired of making that shot?

Kid: I will when I miss.

[laughs and gives Erik a high five]

Condor: I'll show these fools.

[walks off as Kid and Erik give each other a fist bump. Condor is practicing with the ball]

Condor: Now that's skids.

Kid: Yo, just shoot the ball!

Condor: No preemie just shootin' here. Ain't the ball would tell you when it's good and ready. Hmmmm, now you're talking to me? Are you talking to me? Now.

[Condor shoots the ball at the hoop]

Condor: Oh! It just spunk.

[Kid looks embarrassed]

Erik: Well, let me show you how it really gets done.

[Erik points his finger up and summons rocket science digits]

Erik: Agh ponusus equal to the distance between the land and the boom...

Kid: Come on, Erik, it's not a rocket science, just shoot it!

Erik: Actually, it is.

[picks the ball up]

Erik: One, two, three, four!

[Erik throws the ball up to the sky. It disappears]

Kid: Dang. I think Boy Genius lost our ball again.

[the ball drops from the sky and falls through the hoop]

Erik: Seven, eight, nine, ten.

[catches the ball]

Kid: [snatches the ball from Erik] Yo, are we playing horse or what? Can't tell what you fools.

[walks off and practices]