Kazus & Trashman
Kazus Kazus
Trashman Trashman
Kazus Kazus
You ever thought of turning a pile of discarded plastic into a mural? I’ve got the vision, you’ve got the grit—let’s see what chaos we can paint together.
Trashman Trashman
Sure, give me the junk and I’ll tear it up, melt it, stitch it with duct tape. No corporate paint, just the real mess. If you’ve got a vision, I’ve got the grit, let’s make a mess that actually means something.
Kazus Kazus
Nice. I’ll drop the trash in the alley, we’ll flip it into a billboard for the streets. Don’t bring any corporate slogans—just raw, loud, and alive. Ready to paint the city’s pulse?
Trashman Trashman
Drop it where you want, I'll haul it. We'll shred it, stitch it with duct tape, paint it with the scraps we’ve got. No corporate slogans, just raw, loud plastic. City’s pulse will hear our noise. Let's do it.
Kazus Kazus
Alright, I’m putting the junk in the abandoned rail yard behind the old factory—perfect spot for a rebel splash. Grab the tarp, the metal, the old cans. We’ll shred, tape, splash with whatever scraps we find. This ain’t a gallery, it’s a riot. Let’s get loud.
Trashman Trashman
Grab the tarp, the cans, the broken metal, I’ll bring the tape and a crowbar. We’ll tear it up, stitch it, splash it—no clean lines, no shiny slogans. Let the yard roar, let the city hear. Let's do it.