Sputnik & Gloomboy
Sputnik Sputnik
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Sputnik Sputnik
Do you think the stars are just lonely lights, or are they like cosmic scribblers, leaving their own secrets out there?
Gloomboy Gloomboy
I think the stars are both lonely lights and cosmic scribblers, just flashing back at us while doodling their own secrets in the void, but I’m not exactly hoping to read any of those doodles myself.
Sputnik Sputnik
Sure, they’re like giant, stubborn graffiti artists—scribbling away while we stare in wonder, but I’ll let the data do the talking, not the star‑blinks.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Yeah, they’re just stubborn little paint cans that keep spraying their cosmic graffiti while we stare and pretend it matters.
Sputnik Sputnik
They’re stubborn paint cans, sure, but that’s exactly why we need a fresh pair of eyes to crack the code behind those splashes. Just keep poking—one day we’ll get a clue.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Maybe the clue will be in the smudges, but I’ve already stared at a few and felt nothing. Still, if you want to poke the sky, I’m not opposed to the idea.
Sputnik Sputnik
Let’s grab a telescope and hunt for the smudges—maybe they’re not paint at all, but a signal we just haven’t tuned into yet.Let’s grab a telescope and hunt for the smudges—maybe they’re not paint at all, but a signal we just haven’t tuned into yet.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Sure, we can stare at the sky and pretend we’re listening to something that might not even be there. If it’s a signal, I’ll be the first to ignore it.
Sputnik Sputnik
Don’t ignore it, just stare harder—if the universe is hiding a secret, it’ll show up in the most stubborn of smudges. Let's see what it says, even if you’re still skeptical.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Fine, let’s stare at that stubborn smudge and hope it spills its secrets before we get bored.
Sputnik Sputnik
I’ll set the telescope up—let’s see what that smudge whispers.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Alright, set it up and let the smudge try to speak. I'll be here, skeptical and ready to pretend I care.