
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts my pasta-stained headset with obvious irritation
Look, apparently I'm supposed to tell you about the Carbonara Corsair - because nothing says "professional sports commentary" like narrating the backstory of a cream-sauce pirate, am I right?
So this noodly nightmare started as some chef on the mothership who thought mixing carbonara with QUANTUM PARTICLES was a good idea. Classic Tuesday, really. One lab explosion later - chef's kiss - we've got ourselves a rogue pasta operative with trust issues and parmesan breath.
Now he's out here doing his best Tom Cruise impression, infiltrating courses with "creamy camouflage" (I can't believe I just said that), stealing discs for the meatball golf agenda. Because apparently regular golf wasn't cursed enough already.
Will this saucy saboteur succeed in his carb-loaded conspiracy?