It was a perfectly normal, completely ordinary day in Goiky; and by perfectly normal and completely ordinary, of course, I mean it was perfectly disastrous and completely awful.
In what is perhaps the most expected and predictable joke since Needle being unloved, the team specifically called 'Are You Okay', is not, in fact, okay. Not in the *slightest*. After having done... *alright* for itself in the first few episodes, the team was met with its first ever failure, one which spelled certain doom for whichever one of them was unlucky enough to be considered unfavorable by the horde of faceless, soulless viewers. Golf Ball, being the bozo-brain bossy-bot that she is, saw this as completely and utterly unacceptable. She saw the loss as a great big stained which tarnished her *perfect* reputation as a team leader. Never mind the fact that there were already a few instances of a group collapsing under her 'wise' leadership; GB knew a thing or two about bending statistics to make things look more favorable.
And she *definitely* knew how to make life a living nightmare for whoever was unfortunate enough to be targeted by her wrath. As soon as she (and all the other casualties) were recovered, she quickly chewed *everyone* out, as if it was somehow their fault that their grip on a plate was no match for the all-powerful cosmic force that is magnetism. Even if some of them had *absolutely* nothing to do with the debacle, doubly so because of them being deceased, the sport globule would find some way to make them accountable.
Except for Tennis Ball, for whatever reason.
Frankly, opening her mouth was the only thing she really needed to do if she wanted to punish them. Her mere existence was already an awful, agonizing chore to bear with, having to think about what she'll think in every waking moment. It's not like they cared about her input, or anything. They only cared about the screaming they'll get for not caring. Every single day she'd find a reason to complain, even when everything is nice and sunny and beautiful and gorgeous and some other words that express and overall goodness in the world; there's probably other words out there, but nobody bothered enough to have a vocabulary as massive and obnoxious as the bossy-bot's. The sun could be shining, the sky could be spotless, the contestants could be cheerful, and she'd still find some reason to be mad.
And so, when GB finally let them go and returned to her miserable place of solitude, working on who-knows-what for some arcane, esoteric reason, the first and last thing everyone else wanted to do was lie down and take a good, long nap. But that just *doesn't* come easy. The heat is too hot, the grass is too rough, the air is too loud, and the Hotel is too full of strangers. Even without a bozo-brain to ruin everything for everyone, it seemed like every single thing in Goiky wanted to dampen their day, make them even more miserable than they already were, thinking about the fact that one of them is gonna get the boot for a completely arbitrary, completely asinine reason.
Hang on, isn't there a beach that's *right* there?
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Eraser and Pen had just been sitting there.
It'd been a number of hours since they went to that sandy stretch, and much of the rest of Are You Okay followed. Though they had all sorts of thoughts on their mind, it seemed like they were all in agreement: Golf Ball was a *massive* pain on their side. It was only a matter of time before she crawled out of her miserable pit, having devised some other poorly thought-out scheme that'll net them a victory at the cost of their sanity. They knew that it was only a matter of time before it happened, most likely at a time when they least expected it, when they were having *fun*.
It *was* gonna get ruined at some point, but having it be interrupted is surely 2,763 times better than not having it at all, right?
For the most part, the two talked. Talked about who was gonna get eliminated, what they're gonna do if *they* got eliminated, if Blocky had gotten eliminated in that strange other show, if Snowball was gonna get the boot as well, and so on, and so forth. Sometimes, they'd watch. They awkwardly stared as TV slowly but surely wheeled around, counting the sand or whatever. They looked up at the sky as Fries and Puffball flew around, having a ton of fun.
