Whenever Golf Ball wasn't focusing on the Battle for Dream Island, on wrangling up her completely and utterly dysfunctional (in her eyes, anyway) team, she was focused on her experiments.
As much of an investment (and waste of time) the competition was, she *just* couldn't put an end to her important, career-defining, life-changing work. The world doesn't just stop turning if you stop paying attention. Every second that passes is a second that they'll never get back, the universe continuing to march towards is horrible, inevitable death. With every passing moment, there's always the possibility that boundless amounts of knowledge, culture, *treasure*, will be lost forever, eroded away by the forces of time. People had to act, and they had to act quickly, if they wanted any chance of uncovering the mysteries of the world, to figure out just what exactly their place was on the hierarchy, and how to best play the role. They've already wasted so much time, and so they could no longer afford to procrastinate.
And yet... they still do. The several dozen contestants continue to make this silly contest their sole fixation, the one thing they'll talk about until the day they die. Who cares if they had the chance to win an island, or the competition for said island, or limitless power? Can't really do much about it if you don't even know the first thing about the laws of physics, the laws of nature. With that sort of power in the average contestant's hands (or feet, whatever), they'd most likely bring the world towards further death and devastation, instead of using it like anyone rational should, instead of working to make the world a better place. *That* was what the sport globule was always working towards, whether or not she had an island or the power to get others to do what she wanted. It's that pivotal first step towards making change: knowing more, figuring out what's wrong, and how to make it right. Nobody else will do it, so she will. And *because* nobody else does it, she has to work herself 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year, and so on, and so forth.
The job was already plenty painful enough before the Battle for Dream Island came around and ruined everything. From the very moment Golf Ball saw her reflection in the water, after seeing what those... *fools* get up to daily, she could see as clearly as day that something was terribly wrong. That something was not right with the working order of the universe. Barring all the obvious questions about why anyone would choose to act in such an inane manner... *Why* do they even get the chance to do so? It didn't take too long for her to uncover evidence from 2,763 years ago, indicating that the world was once not in such a fashion; that inanimate objects were inanimate, just as they should be. But then, some sick *joke* gave life to these household things, giving to them the burden of existence. Who... *what* would do such a horrible thing? And why?
The sudden appearance of the speaker box, along with everything else since then, only made matters more complicated. Now there were yet more questions to ask, problems to solve. Where did the Announcer come from? Why did he start up such a dumb show? How did Dream Island come to be? Why were they selected to compete in it? That and many more conundrums would continue to plague the little ball's mind up to the present, bothering her alongside more relevant woes like getting her team to listen and living to see another episode.
It got to her sometimes, pressuring her to just give in and give up; everyone else seemed to be quite happy to do so, so why isn't she joining in? It's not like she'd be able to actually achieve *anything*; the odds are so ridiculously stacked against her that the possibility isn't even worth considering. Why not just stoop down to their level, go with the flow, and let the universe take her wherever she wanted?
No. *No*. Her efforts were silly, sure, but *that* was even more so. *Someone* had to bring light to the lands of Goiky once again. *Someone* had to get to the bottom of all these enigmas. *Someone* had to figure out just what is wrong with these people, cure whatever illness is in their heads, and lead them to a new age of prosperity and success.
