
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts leg warmers while trapped in this digital hellscape
So apparently in '87, some legend aced while literally predicting couples like they were the disc golf Love Actually. The cosmic cringe was SO intense it crystallized into this prophetic mood ring nonsense. Now I'm stuck narrating its "mystical wisdom" while it glows like a Spencer's Gifts display. Totally tubular, right? 🙄
neon lights flicker ominously