"Seriously though, where did Banani even unearth him from? Was he living under a rock and just decided to join a basketball team yesterday? Did they find him in a b somewhere, like he's some kind of basketball experiment gone right… or maybe terrifyingly right?" Lut was staring into space, probably picturing James spontaneously sprouting extra arms on the court.

  Saim, who was still rocking the pale-and-shaky look, like he'd just ridden the world's fastest rollercoaster backwards, chimed in with his own bewildered analysis. "And those shots, man… those shots were… glitching! They weren’t even normal basketball shots! They were like… heat-seeking missiles from a video game! Lock-on, fire, swish! Every single time!"

  He threw his hands up in the air like he was surrendering to the sheer absurdity of it all. "It’s like the ball had a GPS chip and James was just remote-controlling it into the hoop!"

  Anderson, usually Mr. Cool-Calm-Collected, was now a fidgeting mess, picking at his shoeces like they held the secrets to the universe. "Dude, it’s… it’s not just the buckets," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the locker room buzz.

  "It's everything. The steals, the passes that defy physics… it's like… he's pying basketball on a whole different dimension. Like we’re pying checkers and he’s out here pying interdimensional 5D chess, but with basketballs." He shook his head, completely lost in the sauce of James's impossible game.

  Nikhil, the resident voice of reason, the guy who usually had a logical expnation for everything, was just staring bnkly at the wall, brow furrowed so deep it looked like he was trying to solve a Rubik's Cube with his forehead. "I… I genuinely don’t get it," he admitted, his voice unusually quiet, almost defeated.

  "I've been pying ball since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. I’ve seen good pyers, like, really good pyers. But… this? This is some next-level, Matrix-glitching stuff." He shook his head slowly, like he was trying to reboot his brain and clear out the impossible highlights he’d just witnessed.

  "It’s like… watching him is like watching reality itself just decide to take a coffee break and bend the rules for a sec. Or maybe permanently. I don't even know anymore." The sheer bafflement in his voice was more contagious than the common cold.

  The locker room was a symphony of fragmented sentences, half-baked theories, and straight-up bewildered noises. It was like everyone was trying to process a jump scare in real time, their brains gging behind the sheer weirdness of what they’d just seen. The air was thick with unspoken questions and the dawning realization that maybe, just maybe, they were facing something… unnatural.

  "This is some 'Twilight Zone' stuff," someone muttered from the corner, voice barely above a whisper.

  "Nah, bro, more like 'Bck Mirror' but make it basketball," another guy whispered back, eyes wide.

  "Unbelievable," a third voice echoed, the word hanging in the air like a question mark. It wasn't just unbelievable in a "wow, that was a great py" kinda way.

  It was unbelievable in a "did I just hallucinate that?" kinda way. It was the kind of unbelievable that made you question everything you thought you knew about basketball, about sports, about the very fabric of reality.