This a very long and stupid joke. You have been warned.
There were 2000 monks and they decided to build a monastery the size of The Isle of Wight. It took them a very long time and by the time they had finished, they were all very hungry and so half of them went off to do some shopping. The other half stayed in the monastery to keep watch. After a while they saw a little red dot on the horizon, getting bigger and bigger, and it turned out to be a motorbike. It crashed into the monastery, killing everyone inside. The other monks heard the crash and came back halfway through their shopping, and decided to build a monastery the size of Aberdeen, in honour of their friends.
After they finished this monastery, 500 of them went off to finish their shopping, while the others remained to keep watch. After a while they saw a little red dot on the horizon, getting bigger and bigger, and it turned out to be a motorbike. It crashed into the monastery, killing everyone inside. The other monks heard the crash and came back a quarter of the way through their shopping, and decided to build a monastery the size of London, in honour of their friends.
50 years later, the monastery was finished and 250 of the monks went off to finish the shopping. The others, keeping watch, saw a little red dot on the horizon, getting bigger and bigger, and it turned out to be a motorbike. It crashed into the monastery, killing everyone inside. The other monks heard the crash and came back an eighth of the way through their shopping, and decided to build a monastery the size of Wales, in honour of their friends.
When this monastery was finished, 125 of the monks went off to finish the shopping. Inside the monastery, the other monks kept watch. After a while they saw a little red dot on the horizon, getting bigger and bigger, and it turned out to be a motorbike. It crashed into the monastery, killing everyone inside. The other monks heard the crash and came back a sixteenth of the way through their shopping, and decided to build a monastery the size of Ireland, in honour of their friends.
Many, many years later, when robots were ruling the earth, 63 of the monks went of to finish their shopping. The monks that were keeping watch, saw a little red dot on the horizon, getting bigger and bigger, and it turned out to be a motorbike. It crashed into the monastery, killing everyone inside. The other monks heard the crash and came back a thirty-second of the way through their shopping, and decided to build a monastery the size of Scotland, in honour of their friends.
This monastery took longer because the local council(s) would not give planning permission. When the monks finally did get it built, 31 monks went off to finish their shopping. The other monks kept watch. After a while they saw a little red dot on the horizon, getting bigger and bigger, and it turned out to be a motorbike. It crashed into the monastery, killing everyone inside. The other monks heard the crash and came back a sixty forth of the way through their shopping, and decided to build a monastery the size of England, in honour of their friends.
(I’m getting bored so I’ll get to the point.) When the monastery was built, because there was only a small amount of shopping left, (1 biscuit) only 1 monk went off to finish the shopping. The remaining 30 monks stayed in the monastery, keeping watch. After a while they saw a little red dot on the horizon, getting bigger and bigger, and it turned out to be a motorbike. It crashed into the monastery, killing everyone inside. The last monk came back, with his biscuit, and looked at all the death and destruction around him. He got on his blue motorbike, and gave chase to the red motorbike. He caught up with it, drew level, and overtook him!!
And the moral of this story is...
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BLUE MOTORBIKES ARE FASTER THAN RED MOTORBIKES! 
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