Malloy & Colobrod
Colobrod
Have you ever noticed how the way a streetlamp flickers at night might be a secret message from the city? I think there's a hidden pattern we could crack, and I'm curious if you'd agree that it's worth digging into.
Malloy
If the city is trying to send us a secret, it’s probably doing it with something mundane—like a malfunctioning bulb. But hey, if there’s a pattern, I’m all for digging into it. Let’s see if the flicker is a clue or just a tired old streetlamp.
Colobrod
Sure, let's count each flicker as a potential Morse dot or dash and see if the streetlamp is secretly texting us about the meaning of light—though I suspect it's just the bulb's internal struggle to stay on.
Malloy
Maybe the lamp’s trying to spell out “HELP, I’ve been overworked,” but I’d bet it’s just the bulb complaining about being stuck in the dark.
Colobrod
I can see the bulb as a weary poet, tapping out a plea in the rhythm of its failure, yet perhaps the city’s only reply is the mundane sound of a tired filament. Either way, the lamp keeps asking for rest, and we keep listening.
Malloy
Sounds like the lamp's got a case of stage fright—tapping out a broken verse while the city just yawns in the background. Give it a new bulb and it'll stop acting like a dying poet.