Thwack!
A golf ball flew high over the grassy field. Someone bearing a club and flat cap watched it approach a flag off in the distance. Right as it looked to be falling to the left of the pole, he shot a hand out and the ball changed course. A sharp turn led it clean into the hole.
"Woo hoo! Another hole in one." He pumped his arms in victory and turned around to show his face.
"Hey there, friend! You're looking at the number one golf champion in the entire west coast! But I'm sure you didn't need me to tell you that. You might know me as Tom, but these days I go by Gravitee." Twirling his finger, a new ball from his bag dropped on the tee. "Of course the league can't know about this trick, so it'll just be our little secret, okay?"
Thwack! Another mighty swing sent it over the field. "This speciality of mine isn't just good for golf though, so I feel safe entering. Otherwise I'd just be a guy with a club, and that'd be stupid, wouldn't it?"
The ball touched down, giving off a faint clunk. Gravitee's shoulders shot up and he darted his head toward the hole.
"Whoa, that went in?!" He turned back. "Did you see that?!"
He cleared his throat. "Anyway, what I want to do is expand my horizons." With another finger twirl, an odd-looking ball with a black spot and something red dangling off rose from the bag. "I'm looking forward to trying something different, meeting new people, and snuffing—I MEAN—smoking them! You know, competitively!"
He wiped some sweat off his brow. "Ahem. FORE!"
Splut! The ball burst into pink chunks upon contact. Gravitee froze and stared blankly at the camera.
Tape end.