
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts neon headband Look, I'm literally trapped in this 80s fever dream where tag #87 thinks it's John Travolta. Disco Duke materialized when someone's boombox achieved sentience during a tournament, demanding we all groove while we throw. Like, seriously? Now I'm narrating plastic royalty with a superiority complex. Will this polyester nightmare ever release me from its synthesized grip?