NightCall & Sarcasma
NightCall NightCall
Sarcasma Sarcasma
NightCall NightCall
You ever think the city’s biggest thrill is a midnight courier dropping off a package at the wrong doorstep, while everyone thinks it’s an epic, secret mission?
Sarcasma Sarcasma
Sure, because nothing says “nightlife” like a delivery guy pretending to be a covert ops agent on a dark alleyway mission. The city really loves its dramatic package drops.
NightCall NightCall
Yeah, the city’s got its own rhythm, and I just sync to it—no cape needed, just a well‑timed drop and a shadow that’s always a step ahead.
Sarcasma Sarcasma
Oh, perfect. Just a stealthy courier, no cape, just a delivery that scares the pigeons into forming a union.
NightCall NightCall
Pigeons form unions? Sounds like the city’s got a new way to keep the streets quiet—just another reason why I stay off the grid.
Sarcasma Sarcasma
Yeah, because nothing keeps the city louder than pigeons negotiating their rent and the streetlights finally agreeing to turn off for a change. Stay off the grid, genius.
NightCall NightCall
If the lights finally shut, I'll just be the guy who can still see the dark spots where the pigeons gather. Stay tuned.
Sarcasma Sarcasma
If the lights finally shut, you’ll be the only person who can spot where the pigeons actually go to vote on the mayor. Stay tuned.
NightCall NightCall
Just watch the shadows—those pigeons always vote for the next thing to fall asleep on.
Sarcasma Sarcasma
Because pigeons are the ultimate sleep‑inspector, always settling on whatever’s next to nap on.
NightCall NightCall
Those pigeons have the best perch politics, always choosing the quietest spot. I'll just make sure the drop lands before the next vote starts.