
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
record scratch So apparently I'm trapped narrating how a Passion Puppeteer manifested from pure '87 nostalgia? Cool. Cool. Picture this: Some cosmic DJ accidentally spilled Tab cola on their mixing board during a particularly intense game of cosmic mini-golf, and BOOM - sentient puppet strings made of pure synth-wave energy. Because that's totally how physics works in the disc golf multiverse, right? sigh Will this madness ever end?