Yao: Due to the surpasingly abrasive tempermant in which you have preferentially decided to emulate a incommodious canker sore, I have dogmatically,in a quite unorthadox fashion, conscripted to drop the affable formalities of this gentleman's game and adopt a more pugnacious carriage in order to maltreat you for your insolence. YARGH!
Yao: "Don't concentrate on the ball, or you will miss all the heavenly glory of my dunk-a-thon on yo ass!".