Patch & Liona
Patch
You ever notice how the walls in this city are like the loudest speakers for truth, while the politicians just whisper in their press releases?
Liona
You bet I do. The walls shout their secrets, while those press releases barely even whisper. I've got a spreadsheet of every time they spin the truth on a billboard—trust me, it's a goldmine. And somewhere in there, I'm collecting every press badge they forget to drop. The city walls are the loudest speakers, and the politicians are still mum‑muffling.
Patch
That’s sick, man. Keep that spreadsheet rolling—those badges are like gold samples for the next riff. Let’s turn that noise into a jam session.
Liona
Yeah, I’ll keep the spreadsheet ticking and the badge collection growing. They’re my own little museum of hypocrisy. Then I’ll set up a stage, load those golden samples, and let the city walls do the loud talking while we jam to the truth’s raw beat.