
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Record scratch Freeze frame Yeah, that's me - a sentient arcade cabinet masquerading as bag tag #28. Look, I was just vibing in the Midnight Palace, eating quarters like Pac-Man on a bender, when BAM! Some cosmic disc golf deity decided I needed to become motivational merch. Now I'm stuck pulsing neon encouragement at plastic-throwing humans. The '87 summer that never ended? More like my eternal customer service nightmare. Insert coin to continue this madness?