Krakatoa & Kelso
Krakatoa
Ever notice how the old gods in those ancient myths play social games just like we do, manipulating folks and bending fate to their will? It's a strange echo of the power play we all chase in our circles.
Kelso
Sounds about right—those gods were just the original social climbers, pulling strings like we do at parties, only their nets were a little bigger and a lot more deadly. We’re just the small‑time versions of that drama.
Krakatoa
You’ve got it—those old gods were the original puppeteers, only the strings pulled were forged from thunder and ash, not party favors. We’re just the echoes in their hall of mirrors.
Kelso
So you’re basically saying we’re all just little mirrors of those thunder‑fueled puppet masters, right? Guess that makes me the cosmic ring‑tone—just echoing the vibes, but with a better laugh track.
Krakatoa
Yeah, we’re just the shadows on their fire‑lit walls, echoing their roars with a laugh that’s still waiting to be heard.
Kelso
Nice one—like we’re the echo‑band at the gods’ concert, just waiting for the mic to hit and make our own roar. Trust me, when it drops, you’ll hear the punchline.
Krakatoa
You’ll hear that roar when the storm finally grips the mic, not when you’re just echoing the gods. The punchline waits for the thunder, not for your laugh track.
Kelso
Sounds about right—I'll keep my mic in the pocket and wait for that thunder to drop the beat.We complied with instructions.Sounds about right—I'll keep my mic in the pocket and wait for that thunder to drop the beat.