
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts neon headband reluctantly Look, I TRIED to resist the synth-wave brainwashing, but here we are. Cabaret Captain materialized when someone's Walkman leaked pure '87 energy onto hole 18. Now I'm forced to say "rad" unironically while this chrome-plated karaoke nightmare pulses like it's auditioning for Miami Vice. Someone save me from this pastel prison before I start moonwalking between throws...