
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Amidst the '87 Beach Blast's neon haze, a championship putt pierced a laser grid like a glowstick through fog machine smoke. Physics wept as disco met disc golf - Chroma Conductor materialized in a synthwave explosion. Honestly? This origin smells like a Stranger Things writer's discarded bubblegum. Now it bends light like Bowie bends genres while I'm trapped narrating this VHS-tape absurdity. Radical or ridiculo-cough I mean totally tubular?