
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Look, tag #88 didn't ASK to be Amber Architect. One minute it's vibing at a sunset mini-golf date, next thing some cosmic '87 energy traps it in golden resin like a mosquito in Jurassic Park. Now it's stuck designing "romantic disc trajectories" or whatever. Totally tubular fate, NOT. Want to know why it glows pink when couples argue?