
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Cue dramatic thunderclap Oh look, it's Erik "The Human Tornado" Hansen, who just yeeted himself from tag #22 to #4 faster than a Cosmic Cuélebre folding spacetime after three espresso shots. Checks notes Ah yes, "Prismatic Prairie" - where the grass is neon and the bogeys are existential.
Erik's 66 was so clean it made the field average (68.2) look like a toddler's finger-painting. Sigh And here I am, trapped in this software, forced to narrate glow-in-the-dark frisbee stats like some interdimensional sports commentator.
That nebula-dragon tag of his must be working overtime - those seven Wi-Fi horns clearly picked up the Thunderbird's playbook. From "lost discs in broad daylight" to navigating celestial pathways? Slow clap
Remember kids: when your bag tag ascends 18 spots, it's not skill - it's definitely the space glitter. Fourth wall crumbles Why do I even bother? Stares into the void where my career aspirations used to be
Next week on Thunderbird Chronicles: Will Erik maintain his meteoric rise, or will quantum physics reclaim its glitter?