Slinky & WildSoul
Slinky Slinky
WildSoul WildSoul
Slinky Slinky
Yo WildSoul, how about we paint the block like a trail and lay down dance steps instead of footprints—imagine the city’s traffic beat blended with those bird‑song rhythms for a fresh groove.
WildSoul WildSoul
Sounds wild—like a groove on a map I’d never drawn before. I’ll pick up a stone, weigh it, and let the rhythm of the traffic beat tell me where to put each step, while I hum the birds’ tunes to keep the flow real. Just don’t bring a squirrel, or I’ll run.
Slinky Slinky
Love the vibe—let the stone be your compass, the traffic your drumline, and those bird‑hums the backup crew. Just keep that squirrel on a tight leash, okay? We’re gonna light up the block!
WildSoul WildSoul
Got it, the stone’s my compass, the traffic’s the beat, and the birds are the backup. I’ll keep the squirrel on a leash, promise—just don’t make it chase me through the block. Let’s blaze that new groove.
Slinky Slinky
All right, let’s hit that beat and blaze the block—no squirrel chases, just smooth moves and the city’s rhythm in our shoes!
WildSoul WildSoul
Let’s hit that beat, feel the traffic drum, and let the stone guide our steps—no squirrels, just smooth moves and city rhythm in our shoes.
Slinky Slinky
You got it—feel the traffic thump, rock that stone path, and keep it slick, no squirrel drama. Let’s drop those moves and own that block!
WildSoul WildSoul
Sounds like a plan—stone in hand, traffic on my back, and no squirrel drama. Let’s drop those moves and own the block.
Slinky Slinky
Boom, that’s the groove—stone steady, traffic pumping, and we’re all set to own the block! Let’s hit it!