Our hero, clad in nothing but confidence and a questionable mustache, battles the ancient taco of time...
"Do you see it go?" asked the lady with a title too long to print, her fingers interlaced through imaginary tendrils of seaweed.
"Nay!" replied the dashing figure, his voice a nonexistent blend of jazz and solitude.
In three frames, the world flipped—a curious octopus offered unsolicited advice, and the hero was crowned King of the Spaghetti Seas.
Footage! of a regal beast in desperate pursuit of direction:
"Step left!" someone snickered, "No, right!" came another wisecrack, echoing through the profound abyss.
Directed solely by the whims of mermaids and the capricious current, our beast ambles toward fleeting fame or the nearest kelp forest.
"What did we learn?" nobody asked; instead, the credits rolled like an unruly wave.
Shuffle over to either Unheard Whispers or Bubbles Rise. Who knows, you might learn how to tango with a gnome!