The golfer continued to fly upwards flying upwards, already in the stratosphere.
Golfer: "This is getting weirder and weirder. Why am I flying? That is impossible!"
**SUDDENLY, A POEM APPEARS**
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The golfer ascends,
Defying all we knew.
Golfer: "Wait, is this a joke? Am I in a joke?"
Narrator: "A golfer was flying upwards, already in the stratosphere."
Golfer: "You just repeated that. Are you messing with me?"
Narrator: "A golfer was flying upwards, already in the stratosphere."
Golfer (frustrated): "Alright, I get it! But how do I get down?"
A TINY RUBBER DUCKY EMERGES FROM THE CLOUDS**
Tiny Rubber Ducky: "Quack! To descend, you must solve the riddle of the paradoxical pineapple!"
Golfer: "What? That doesn't make any sense!"
Tiny Rubber Ducky: "Quack! Neither does a golfer flying in the stratosphere!"
Golfer (realizing): "You're right... I guess I'll just have to embrace the absurdity."
Narrator: "And so, the golfer continued to fly upwards, already in the stratosphere."