Roger laughed while stretching his waist.
"After Shaq met you, he realized what an excellent teammate I am. You'll have a day like that too. After you meet LeBron, your lousy teammate, you'll find that Shaq wasn't so bad after all."
The anger in LeBron James's heart kept burning; the word "teammate" sounded too harsh to him.
"Shut the hell up, Roger," LeBron James couldn't help but interject, "Tonight's result will say it all!"
"What are you barking about? Was I talking to you? You got beaten by me so badly that you ran crying to Kobe for justice. The whole world knows the truth; you and Kobe are like the relationship between Bonasera, the funeral parlor owner, and the Godfather at the beginning of the 'Godfather' movie. They are both called friends, but their statuses are worlds apart.
Only you deceive yourself into thinking you and Kobe are equal. From the day you chose to cling to Kobe, you lost the right to speak to me as an equal, so shut up—I'm talking to your master."
