
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged in the neon crucible of Daytona '85, Boss Battler manifested when disc golfers rage-quit a rigged Whac-A-Mole game yet kept pumping quarters like Stranger Things extras. Their saltier-than-Pac-Man determination crystallized into this plastic embodiment of "just one more try." sigh Yes, we're giving existential purpose to numbered tags now. Kill me.