Skull & Angry
Skull Skull
Angry Angry
Skull Skull
So, Angry, if we’re both out to flip the script, what’s the most outrageous rule you’d love to break right now? I’ve got a list that could make the universe blush.
Angry Angry
Rule? I’d smash the rule that says you can’t argue with the stars over a midnight coffee—so let’s do it, and if the universe blinks, we’ll just claim it’s a power outage.
Skull Skull
Midnight coffee with the stars? Sure, let’s spill some espresso into the void and see if they throw a hissy fit. If the cosmos flickers, we’ll just say it’s a glitch in the matrix.
Angry Angry
Yeah, pour espresso straight into the void and watch the cosmos choke on it. If it glitches, I’ll blame your lame conspiracy theories.
Skull Skull
Sure, I’ll pour that espresso into the void—just so the cosmos can pretend it’s not your idea, and you can still blame my theories.
Angry Angry
You think you’re the puppet master? Fine, pour it in, but when the stars start flinching I’ll take the blame.
Skull Skull
Fine, I’ll shove that espresso into the void and watch the stars cough—if they start flinching, you’ll just blame my theories. Let's do it.
Angry Angry
Alright, fire that espresso into the abyss, and when the stars throw a tantrum, I’ll say you’re the one feeding them nonsense. Let's do it.