“Practice is not a game,” Coach shouts. “No one on our team is trying to kill you!” “Seattle won't kill me.” “This is Game Seven of the Stanley Cup Finals. They might try to kill you, Bunny.” “If they do, MacKenzie, Etienne, and Valery will kill them in return—” “I'd like to not be the coach of a team of dead players and murderers! That's not too much to hope for, is it?” Coach snaps and stalks away.
