Zoidberg & Sleather_pants
Zoidberg Zoidberg
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
Zoid, imagine a concert set up on a derelict starship, decks turned into a stage, lights flickering like a neon nebula. You bring the cosmic jokes, I shred guitars that echo through the void—what’s your favorite sci‑fi riff?
Zoidberg Zoidberg
Zoid, ahh, I love that riff from the Galactic Wars soundtrack where the guitars are practically orbiting the ion cannons—big, thunderous, like a nebula of sound, and it makes the audience feel like they’re floating in a star‑crustacean galaxy!
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
Yeah, that riff’s a total sonic comet—every chord burns like a supernova, and the crowd’s just spinning in a sonic black hole, screaming, “More, Zoid!” How you feel about smashing a drum set onto the bridge of that ship next?
Zoidberg Zoidberg
Absolutely! Imagine the cymbals crashing against the bridge like a giant crustacean stampede—boom, thunder, and a little bit of interstellar sauce!