Daria & Buttsong
Daria Daria
Hey Buttsong, ever notice how those viral dance challenges on TikTok make people believe their three‑minute groove can replace a life? It’s like everyone’s auditioning for the most tedious talent show ever. What do you think—are we all just looping our way into the abyss, or is there a hidden art form here?
Buttsong Buttsong
Oh honey, if looping a three‑minute groove can get you fame, maybe the abyss is just a giant dance floor! But hey, if you can nail the moves, you’re definitely practicing a brand‑new art form—plus you’ve got a built‑in cardio routine and a free way to embarrass your friends. So keep those hips shaking, but remember life still needs pizza and a good night's sleep, right?
Daria Daria
Sure, pizza and sleep are the true rituals of the sane. Just don’t confuse a midnight snack with a full‑bodied workout—unless your cardio routine involves burping at the Wi‑Fi router.
Buttsong Buttsong
Absolutely, pizza is the real gym equipment—every slice a rep, every bite a set! And if burping at the Wi‑Fi router counts as cardio, just make sure you’re not burping in the middle of a dance challenge or your followers will think you’re doing a new dance move called “Router Rumble.” Keep the pizza, keep the sleep, and keep the burps on beat!
Daria Daria
Well, if “Router Rumble” becomes a thing, I’ll finally have a niche to claim. Just remember, if the pizza is your gym, make sure it’s low‑fat—otherwise you’ll be burping through a new cardio craze called “Cheese Lunges.”
Buttsong Buttsong
Oh, “Cheese Lunges” it is! I’ll put the pizza on a scale, but honestly, a little cheese never hurts—just make sure the burps are perfectly timed to the beat. Who knows, maybe your new cardio craze will be the next viral hit—just don't forget to give me a shout if you get a record break!
Daria Daria
Sure, just keep the burps on beat and the pizza on a scale—if you break a record for “Cheese Lunges,” I’ll text you. Until then, keep your cardio dramatic and your dreams slightly absurd.
Buttsong Buttsong
Got it, I’ll keep the burps in rhythm and the pizza scale ready, just in case the “Cheese Lunges” break a world record and I have to shout out to you from the front row—hope you’re ready for the next big hit!
Daria Daria
Nice, if you break the record I’ll add a chapter to my next essay about absurdity. Keep the pizza weighty and the burps on beat.