[Masai gets both Blatche and Johnson into a small room. There's a contract on the table, and a pen. Masai comes in, holding a pool cue.]
Masai: Now, our operation is small, but there's a lot of potential for "aggressive" expansion. So, which one of you fine gentlemen would like to join our team? Oh, there's only one spot open right now, so we're gonna have...
[breaks pool cue over knee]
[throws broken pool cue at the Johnson and Blatche]
Masai: Make it quick.
[he leaves the room. A minute later, Johnson emerges, a massive cut on his face, clutching the blood-soaked but signed contract.]