
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts imaginary director's beret while water drips ominously in background
Oh GREAT, now I'm narrating demonic plumbing origin stories? When the basement flooded, some ancient evil hitched a ride up the pipes like a supernatural Uber driver, claiming the fountain as its throne. Because apparently even hellspawn need good WiFi spots. The demon turned decorative water into infection central—very "Poltergeist" meets Home Depot nightmare. Will this aquatic antagonist learn proper tenancy agreements?
dramatically adjusts beret while ominous organ music plays
When the basement fountain started gurgling demonic incantations, it sensed PJ Lenz approaching with his 971-rated throwing arm. The hellspawn recognized a kindred spirit—someone who could make discs disappear into water hazards with supernatural precision! As PDGA #171559 walked past, the Fountain Fiend whispered "finally, a mortal who understands wet plastic sacrifice!" But can PJ handle being possessed by aquatic evil?