Play Ball!

"You got it champ!"

Sean says as the five of you saunter out onto the court.




"Pickleball out!"

You shout, serving a mean ball into your opponents' court.

Jeff makes a dive for it, but the ball zips right past; inches away from his ball-hitter.

"I've never seen someone pickle so hard before!"

Jeff says, impressed at how well you just pickled the ball.

You've won round one which means you have one picklepoint on the board.

Sean asks if he can switch to your team,

"You didn't say you were this good at pickling!"

He opines, on the verge of tears.

"Hey, don't worry man," you reassure him,

"Your pickle power will be just as good as mine in no time!"

"Do you really think so?" he sniffles.


The five of you spend the rest of the day pickling away, not a care in the world.

You may not have answers for how your home world was destroyed, but you wouldn't trade this time with the boys for anything.

In the end it's worth all the picklepoints in the world.