"She shoots, she scores!" Libby exhulted as the ball went through the hoop.
"Yes!" Dan shouted.
Matt grinned at the opposing team, the Reds.
"We won! Ha! Looooosers!"
"By one lousy point."
"Three actually."
"Whatever. Go hang yourself."
"Why? Where would be the fun in that?"
"This could go on for a while," Libby mused. "Hey boys, what was that bet we made? Loser pays for drinks?"
"That's right," Josh nodded. "And we want our drinks."
"Pronto," Millsy agreed.
Grudgingly, their rivals forked over the money for their drinks, and Libby and the boys sat down to savour their victory.
"Another victory for the Raging Monkeys," Matt declared.
"Matt, if we've told you once, we've told you a zillion times. We are not calling ourselves the Raging Monkeys," Dan said.
"I don't see you coming up with any better ideas. C'mon, we've been a team for months. We need a name."
"Okay, well, what about Red Herrings?"
"No -"
"The Rogues?"
"Matt -"
"The Adventurers!"
"Dude -"
"The - "
"We get the point already," Libby said, laughing. "Seriously, Matt, we're not a band or a gang or anything."
"But we are a basketball team. And all teams have names."
"What'll be the next suggestion? Freedom Force?" Millsy asked.
"Isn't that a computer game?" asked Josh.
"Yeah."
"I wanna name!" Matt complained.
"What, so we can be like the Reds?" Dan asked.
"See? We refer to them as the Reds. Unlike us, who always get refered to as 'Libby and the boys'."
"Sounds like a band name," Libby mused.
"We need a name," Matt repeated.
"So you keep saying," Josh sighed.
"What about the Blues," Millsy joked.
"The Greens? The Dragons? The Fuzzles? The Ka'Millians? The Fluffy Pink Socks?" Libby joked.
"The Fluffy Pink Socks?" Dan repeated, giving Libby a look.
"Yes! Let's be the Socks! Then we can say we sock people," Millsy chuckled.
"You're all weird."
"The Energisers," Libby went on. "The Simvacs. The Thinking Caps. The Llamas. The Captains Hero. The Criminal Masterminds. The -"
"Libby you're as bad as Matt," Dan said. "Worse even - you've been playing the Sims 2 way, way too much, and it only came out last week"
Libby giggled.
"I wish Maxis was an alien company. Then they would make a Dathrian expansion pack."
"How the heck would they mimic Dathrian powers?" Josh asked.
"Well, if they were an alien company, then they'd probably have a few technokinetics. And I'm sure that technos could come up with a few ideas."
"What'a a Simvac?" asked Matt.
"It's one of the aspiration awards. Sims use it to steal skill points from other sims."
"Ahh. Hmm..."
"We are not calling ourselves the Simvacs," Dan said empathically.
"What about the Eight balls?"
Millsy started blushing at Matt's suggested.
"What?" Matt asked. "Oh... you have a dirty mind."
"You said it."
"Your boys. You both ahve dirty minds. It's a genetical failing," Libby said.
"I know a few girls who have dirty minds," Dan pointed out.
"Yes, well, well, well... Hey, what about Platinum?"
"Don't change the subject."
"Platinum?" Matt raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, it's another Sims 2 referrence - it's the ultimate mood you can get your sims in. But seriously. Platinum. They are merely Reds. We are Platinum. Acutally, red is the worse mood your sims can be in. Especially aspiriationally speaking, because then you go into aspiration failure and the sim shirnk comes and stuff," Libby nodded.
"I think you need to see the sim shrink," Dan said.
"You know, we don't need a name," Josh said. "We've gone on this long without one... and even if we do get one, we don't have to think of one now. We can come up with something later. Something good."
"Yeah, okay," Matt said resignly.