Pudge & Minory
Pudge Pudge
Minory Minory
Pudge Pudge
Yo Minory, you ever think the hiss of a steak searing could be a beat? I’ve got the rhythm of a knife slicing bone, the clatter of a hot pan, and maybe we can mix that with some of your city noise mashups. What do you say?
Minory Minory
Sounds wild—grab that sizzling hiss, toss in some subway clatter, a distant siren, maybe a crackle from an old miniDisc, and we’ll spin a midnight mashup. I’ll try juggling five tracks, but don’t expect me to finish it before I get distracted by another riff. Let’s do it!
Pudge Pudge
You think you can juggle five tracks and keep track? Good luck, kid. I'll be here waiting with a knife and a steak.
Minory Minory
Five tracks? No problem, I’ll juggle them like a DJ on a treadmill, but I’ll probably get distracted by the next riff. Bring that sizzling steak and knife rhythm, mix it with city clatter, and we’ll make a midnight mashup that’s louder than a subway stop. Let’s see how wild we can get.
Pudge Pudge
You think a steak can beat a subway rumble? Fine. I'll fire up the grill, throw in some hiss, and let the city clatter do the rest. You toss the tracks, and we'll make a midnight beat that sticks like meat on bone. Let's see what your riff does to a knife.