Sequence X9-2048

It was a cataclysm of errors and screen misdirects, but the monks had come together to play this game, and the ball was in their court, so to speak.

But what were they thinking? Who was holding the ball? And how could winning or losing make a difference?

Times like this, speed is more important than accuracy, and they were wasting time. This crew needed to buckle down, get their $#!$ together, and come up with a plan.

And in the sky to the East was a great pinpoint of light, and the crew looked on in distraction, mentally measuring the distance from their s&*$ to the star.

They moved toward it, and behold, it moved further away. "Pesky stars!" said Captain Sassafrass. "It's the monks, again!" Said his twin, Jesohoot. "Yep. And their balls."

Jesohoot and Captain Sassfrass had only been twins for one lifetime. Their harmonies suffered as a result. The stars were conjoined in a similar manner.

No one knew why they had been twinned and this mystery had confused all the monks and inspired the invention of this cruel exercise. Afterwards, always twinkees.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of this. If only they had access to an X9-2048 gene sequencer. But when life gives you lemons, you bite down and brace for the sour rush.

And it is always a rush, sour or sweet, it is unavoidable and all things are unavoidable, unless they can be avoided. Ah, the old ontological narrative.

And they flew into the star, exploding, one big burst of light and mesmeric atmosphere. And what happened next, no one knew. Was there ever even a narrator for this narrative? Then who am I?