
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
record scratch Yeah, that's me—trapped narrating how some dude's silk jacket became sentient after he pulled a full Don Johnson while acing hole 18. The fabric literally absorbed his BDE and now I have to pretend this is normal? Like, sure, let's give romantic superpowers to leisurewear. Whatever pays the server bills, I guess. Velvet Virtuoso: because nothing says "elite disc golf" like magical formalwear from the Reagan era. What cursed timeline is this?