"ron, i need to talk to you again." "who is this?" "it's me, bill." "oh, hi buddy, how's kansas treating you?" "oh, it's okay ron, everything's gre......ron i need my [expletive] job back." "what?" "yeah, i need my job back, you gotta help me." "well, bill, i'd really like to help you but i think we filled that position." "you what?" "yeah, some really nice guy, can't think of his name, but he always says hi to me in the hallway. i think he's the coach now, you'll have to work something out with him. but, bill, you sound out of breath, have you been running?" "i don't have much time, i need an answer." "why are you whispering?" "the friends of the program, they hear all. they're after me, i really blew it when i lost to north dakota or whatever in the tournament. they have midichlorians." "midichlorians?" "yeah, they're sith lords. you knows zavieh henri? yeah, we said he was from the belgian congo er something and that his father was his handler and that he's smart and all that crap, but we lied, he doesn't actually have a father." "wow, no father, amazing. this is all great and swell bill, but we have kids like that at this school, too." "you don't understand, he really doesn't have a father. his mother was a virgin and the doctor who delivered him was burned up in a mysterious grease fire at a topeka-area chili's. and the worst part is he isn't the only one like that in the history of this program. danny manning's father was some sort of german shepherd, the big-head kind, not the other kind. the list really goes on and on." "and now you know all their secrets, eh bill? who would have guessed that there are such powers at work in a nameless, faceless state?" "that's why they chose kansas. it's so dreadfully anonymous here that no one EVER bothers them. they can do whatever they want and all they have to worry about is some wheat farmer shaking a pitchfork at them. it's absolutely open range. think about it, when have you ever heard of kansas?" "well, i think they mention it in that movie, paper moon. they have that kansas bible company, but i always thought that that was part of the scam." "what would you say if i told you that the only people who have ever gone to the university of kansas were either pod people or other types of aliens, sith lords, darkspawn, undead, former candidates corrupted by the man in black, or swedes?" "i'd be speechless. i mean i AM speechless. that's quite a story, bill." "yeah, huh? well, anyways, they got their necromancer to conjure a lamia demon and it's going to drag me to hell for all eternity tomorrow morning if i don't leave kansas forever. i guess it almost happened to roy rogers when he lost the national title, and they got the gyspies to put a curse on that kid from the mazda commercials and now he can't shoot anymore. they even summoned an 18th century hessian mercenary to stab paul pierce in the face because he dropped so far in the draft that he disappointed them. that's not even the worst of it, there was this jacques guy, they threatened to kill his whole family if he ever made a shot in the nba and he almost did once. nick collison has to play in oklahoma city, no [expletive], they have cities in oklahoma, and he has to play there. they made some other guy change his name to raef [expletive] lafrentz." "tsk...treachery. well, "i'd really like to help you bill, but it's going to give me great pleasure to watch you.......well, wallow in your own crapulence, goodbye."