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OH SNAP SON. Marcus you dropped that ball, man. Go get it. I'll just hang out here. Can't believe you're just throwing the ball out of bounds for no reason. Kinda wack, bro. 
I am so happy to have escaped the beautiful city of Toronto for the sweltering heat of Miami. For this, I happily dunk.
I am quite obviously insane, yet still employed by an NBA team. Though clearly psychotic, I have a championship ring. For this, I giddily dunk.
I have grown my hair out to appear more Nowitzki-ish. It looks pretty flowing. For this, I cheerfully dunk.
I have somehow eluded the giant Yao Ming. My sneaky Kiwi ways have come in handy yet again. For this, I will ecstatically dunk. 
Because he appreciates my blonde locks, my hairsake Dirk Nowitzki has allowed me the chance for yet another two-handed dunk. For this, I gladly dunk.
Fine. I'll dunk again. This time jovially. Okay, there's Chris. He'll find me if I'm open. Just gotta get open.
Oh, sweet! There's a path to the basket. I'm totally cutting there, mate. They won't even notice me; I'm Sean Marks.
Crikey! I'm gonna be open. I'm gonna be SO open. Thaddeus Young definitely lost track of me. Well, I'm Sean Marks, mate. Not too surprising.
This is your big chance Sean. Make it special. You're going be photographed so many times right now. Make this dunk special.
Make sure you get the dunk down. And make sure you don't blink. Whatever I do, I can't blink.
Do not blink, Sean.
This is your chance to be a star, mate. Do it, mate.
Okay. The ball's coming. I got it. This is it.
Time to dunk.
DON'T BLINK!
Awwww, crikey...
