Bill continued to stack bagels in his backyard as the summer sun beat down relentlessly on his neck. His best friend Earl was opening the milk jugs and setting them down beside the table they had set up for the ritual. All afternoon they poured ice cold milk on the stacks and chanted the mantras exactly as the letter from the Holey Temple had instructed. At first, nothing happened. The milk was running out, and they began to think that their efforts had been in vain. Suddenly, the ground began to rumble and the sky turned purple. Earl wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled at Bill.

“We did it”

Their bodies gradually started to vibrate and Bill watched Earl dissolve in front of him. He glanced down at his now translucent hands and began to weep.

The ascension had begun.

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