Harley_Quinn & Yuntric
Harley_Quinn Harley_Quinn
Yuntric Yuntric
Yuntric Yuntric
Hey Harley, heard you just pulled off a stunt that turned the whole crowd into a frenzy—nice! What’s the next big chaos you’re planning? Maybe we can swap some epic tricks for the upcoming race.
Harley_Quinn Harley_Quinn
You bet, babe. Next stop? A rooftop rail‑slide to the moon, with a confetti cannon for the grand finale. Think we can hit a few tricks together and throw a curveball at that race? Let’s make the crowd wish we were the real storm.
Yuntric Yuntric
Sounds insane, love it. I’ll line up the rail, tweak the gyro, and when we launch the confetti cannon, it’ll paint the sky like a rocket. We’ll throw a curveball that’ll leave the crowd screaming we’re the real storm. Let's do this.
Harley_Quinn Harley_Quinn
Sounds like a plan, sweetheart. Keep that rail steady, and I’ll bring the chaos. Let’s paint the sky and make ‘em wish we were the thunder. Ready to blow their minds?
Yuntric Yuntric
You know it, let’s make the crowd see the thunder we’re about to unleash. Bring the chaos, I’ll keep the rail tight. Time to blow their minds.
Harley_Quinn Harley_Quinn
Alright, let’s turn up the heat. I’ll crank up the mischief, you lock the rail, and when that cannon fires, we’ll be the storm they can’t even see coming. Bring the thunder, baby.