A golfer is flying upwards, defying gravity and distancing himself from Earth. As he ascends, he notices a gigantic tennis racket swinging below him.
NARRATOR: Hey, isn't this supposed to be a joke about golf?
TENNIS RACKET: Oh, sorry! My bad! *transforms into a golf club*
As the golfer continued to fly, time seemed to break apart.
GOLFER: This is getting weirder and weirder...
GOLFER: This is getting weirder and weirder...
GOLFER: This is getting weirder and weirder...
GOLFER: This is getting weirder and weirder...
*Act II, Scene IV*
*Enter GOLFER, aloft*
GOLFER: What sorcery hath brought me to this lofty place?
*Enter GOLF CLUB*
GOLF CLUB: Fear not, good sir! For I am but a humble golf club, here to serve thee in this strange and twisted joke.
GOLFER: (confused) Wait, am I in a joke?
GOLF CLUB: (whispering) Shh! The other characters mustn't know!
*Exeunt*