The ball swooshes on down through the hoop and right into Shemps outstretched hands. No way was anyone stopping that. He dribbles the ball back to half court, takes it in his hands, and goes to shoot.
It's subtle. So subtle he doesn't notice it as he pulls his elbows back. A sort of "Clicking," as though his arms have slotted perfectly into place. He doesn't notice until he's started to shoot, and by then it's to late to do anything about it. His arms blur as they shoot forward, seemingly moving from near his chest to outstretched in a single instant, and there's a deafening *BOOM* as the ball leaves his hands at just a hairs breadth of the speed of sound. The bullet of a ball flies of course, hits the corner of the backboard, and explodes into a cloud of orange rubber confetti.
Shemp stares down at his arms for a moment, trying to process what's happened, before looking up with the biggest shit eating grin anyone has ever seem. "Told y'all you'd know when it happened! MANTIS SHRIMP!" and he raises both arms in the air. Then he looks over and eyes the tattered remains of the ball, and puts his arms back down. "But that's a foul, right?"
