Samson, also widely known as "Skarra," was present at a glamorous party attended by some of the League's most renowned teams. He was sitting alone at a table, propping his face up with his hand, feeling thoroughly bored. He found the surrounding area too loud and lively and thought that drinking with his frivolous teammates sounded like an equally dreadful idea. As he aimlessly scanned the surroundings, he suddenly noticed Shakes engaged in conversation with members of other teams. This sight, for some inexplicable reason, aggravated him. He longed for Shakes to be with him, rather than with the others, as they always loved to tease each other. These feelings had been building up within him for quite some time, but he struggled to grasp their root cause. Perhaps he missed the carefree days of their youth? He clenched his teeth in frustration and slammed his fist on the table, taking a sizable gulp of his drink to quell his anger, which didn't help at all.

"Fuckin' jerk...," he muttered.