
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold John Sheen, our interdimensional cryptid wrangler, whose week swung harder than a Sandstone Sheepsquatch in a rock polisher. The Cryptic Weaver blessed his Golem round (+4, PB), while the Thunderbird said "lol no" (+20). Now Interdimensional Tikoloshe is stuck between arcane wisdom and geological trauma - like a grad student who partied too hard at a geology conference.
Sigh Yes viewers, we've reached peak cryptid parenting: one tag whispering ancient secrets while the other screams into sandstone. This family therapy session needs more wine.
Final question: Will John's next round finally give Tikoloshe some consistency, or will it just yeet itself into the nearest wormhole to escape this nonsense?