Boob & Onotole
Boob
Hey, what if we used your midnight rooftop shots to create a comic book about a pigeon crime‑fighter? I’d bring the jokes, you bring the frames.
Onotole
Sure, but only if the symmetry’s tight and no beige buildings sneak in, because pigeons already know I’m the one on those rooftops. The frames will be crisp, the angles will be sharp, just like the cracks in the pavement. You bring the jokes, I’ll bring the shots. Let's see if the city can become a crime‑fighter playground.
Boob
Sounds like a plan, bro! I’ll make the pigeons crack jokes as they swoop over cracked pavement, and we’ll keep the buildings in check—no beige blight, just comic‑book gold. Let’s turn the city into a playground for the feathered heroes. Bring the shots, I’ll bring the punchlines!
Onotole
Nice, just keep the shots tight, no beige buildings, and make sure every angle shows the city as a puzzle. I’ll get the pics, you’ll keep the jokes flying. The pigeons already know who’s boss on these rooftops.
Boob
Got it, I’ll keep the jokes coming, and make sure every frame feels like a piece of a giant urban jigsaw—no beige buildings, just city vibes and pigeon swagger. Bring the pics, I’ll bring the giggles!
Onotole
Alright, keep the jokes sharp and the angles even, no beige in sight, and I’ll capture the city’s cracks as if they’re pieces of a giant jigsaw. Let's make those rooftops our gallery.