The NBA Massage Therapist

Who taught him to play like that? This guy’s way too dirty!

Shirt off, O’Neal gestures at the bruises on his body. “This kid kept grinding against me like crazy. I’ve even lost a layer of skin. Is that any way for a human being to play?”

Zhou Nanhai says, “Didn’t you say Wemby had to endure a full-body scrub of a defense to become a superstar? Now you’re getting scrubbed yourself and you don’t like it? Then I’ll scrub you for another game, until you’re satisfied.”

Duncan shoves Zhou Nanhai away. “Zhou, I don’t need a scrub. Why don’t you go work on LeBron instead?”

LeBron James clutches his head. “Stay at least a meter away from me, Zhou the Skinflint. I don’t want to see you!”

Zhou Nanhai spreads his hands. The whole league is red-faced and steamed from all the scrubbing!

“Anyone else want a scrub? Sign up quick and I’ll get you scheduled!”