The Flavortown saga has reached a peaceful conclusion. Guy Fieri's astral projection, touched by the goblins' devotion, has decided to spend eternity touring the Antarctic Flavortown circuit.
"This is the Flavortown of my dreams, dudes!" Fieri's astral voice boomed across the ice. "Endless variations on my favorite dishes, a never-ending supply of Donkey Sauce, and a bunch of goblin chefs who are always stoked to crank out righteous grub!"
The chefs have a plan to keep him entertained. They constantly rebrand their restaurants and reapply to Grubberies, Gobl-ins and Gruel under new names with slightly tweaked menus.
"It's a culinary Groundhog Day," chuckled producer Grungle Gristle. "But if it keeps Fieri happy and the ratings high, who are we to complain?"
The curse is lifted. The Council of Elders has declared an eternal holiday in Fieri's honor: every year, on the anniversary of his astral return, goblins will gather for feasts, fire dances and copious fermented mushroom ale.
"It's not goodbye, it's see you later, Flavortown!" Fieri's voice echoed across the frozen landscape. "Keep the flavors flowing, and remember: peace, love and tacos!"
He then reviewed the same diner for the fourth time, under its fourth name, and loved it.
