Cartman & Djem
Cartman
Hey Djem, imagine this: we hijack the school PA at lunch and blast your new track. I'll set up the prank, you bring the killer riffs, and we’ll turn the cafeteria into a chaotic concert nobody will forget.
Djem
Yeah, let's do it. I’ll crank up the riffs until the walls shake, just make sure you’re ready to get the PA rigged before anyone notices. Don’t want the principal pulling a whole‑school lock‑down on us. Let's turn that cafeteria into a chaotic show and leave them all buzzing.
Cartman
You’re the guitar god, I’ll be the mastermind—let’s wreck that PA, crash the lunch line, and watch the principal run around like a chicken with its head cut off. Just remember, no actual lock‑downs, okay? We're here to mess up the school, not get busted.
Djem
Hell yeah, you set the trap, I’ll set the soundtrack. Just remember, the louder we get, the louder the chaos—no police, just a day of pure, unfiltered noise. Let’s own that lunch line.
Cartman
You’ve got the riffs, I’ve got the chaos—let’s turn that lunch line into a full‑on music‑noise frenzy. When the principal tries to shut it down, he’ll just see us wrecking the cafeteria like a rock‑star riot. We’ll own it, kid.
Djem
I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.