Pong pong, the pong pong... pong. Why pong? Well worry not, because if there's one thing to pong, it's pong.
"So what's going on today?" The right paddle asked.
"Nothing unusual, you know, just pong." The left paddle responded.
"Again with pong? Why not anything else but this?"
"Because we don't have anything going on."
"Well just suck it in! It's not that bad!" The pong ball exclaimed as it popped in from out of nowhere.
"When you put it like that..."
"...Let's just get this over with."
"That's the spirit! Let's go!"
And the pong ball proceeded to bounce between the two paddles. Because what else could just pixelated objects be doing in a void?
A dark abyss filled with nothing but a tiny portion of white pixels. Two paddles, one ball. Sounds like something you would find in the dark depths of the Internet... where was this point going? Who knows.
"How long as you just gonna be sitting there?"
"I don't know. I just feel like being here." Pong ball responded.
"Really now? So you don't even want to get hit?"
"Nah. Don't feel like it."
Now you may be wondering, why would this even be a point of interest for anyone or anything in this context? Well there isn't, but what the pong objects think about is quite interesting to say the least...
"Is the pong ball going to be doing anything but just sit there?" The right paddle questioned.
"I've learn to just let go. It's been how long since we've convinced that thing?" The left paddle pointed out.
"Well I guess that's true, but why would we allow it?"
"Because it doesn't matter. None of this matters."