NightRider & Dremlin
Dremlin
Hey NightRider, I just finished a prototype that turns any alley into a neon‑lit racing circuit—like a floating highway that runs on the edge of the night. It’s wired to react to your speed, but it’s got this quirky glitch that keeps chasing us back and forth. Think you can handle a sprint through that chaos?
NightRider
Hell yeah, throw that glitch at me and let’s tear through that neon maze—no brakes, no regrets.
Dremlin
Hold on, the glitch’s already pulsing, so strap in—this neon maze will bend your feet, bend your mind, and maybe even bend your socks off. Bring your sense of direction, leave your caution at the gate, and let’s paint the night with a splash of chaos!
NightRider
Buckle up, let’s tear that neon line, twist the streets like a drumbeat, and watch the night spin under our wheels. Bring the chaos— I’m ready.
Dremlin
Whoa, the city’s suddenly a spinning vinyl and we’re the DJs—gear grinding, lights flickering, and your tires humming a reckless lullaby. Let’s go!
NightRider
Alright, let's spin that city and drop the beat—lights, speed, and pure chaos. Off we go, night.
Dremlin
Yeah, let’s crank up the chaos, flash the neon, and drive this city into a wild remix—no brakes, no limits, just pure, unfiltered madness!
NightRider
You got it—let’s crank the neon, flip the streets, and remix the night till it loses its mind. No brakes, no limits, just pure, unfiltered madness. Let's roll!