Cubbie & Thornvox
Cubbie Cubbie
Thornvox Thornvox
Cubbie Cubbie
Yo Thornvox, ever think about turning your broken instruments into a battle arena where the silence is the opponent? Let’s toss some random items on the floor and see who can make the most noise in a minute.
Thornvox Thornvox
Sounds perfect. I'll bring my cracked harp, a rusted trumpet and a shattered metronome. The silence will be my opponent, the noise we both create will be our victory. Whoever can drown the silence first loses. Ready to start?
Cubbie Cubbie
Nice lineup, Thornvox—cracked harp, rusted trumpet, shattered metronome. I’m ready to make that silence shout back. Let’s blast it!
Thornvox Thornvox
I love the energy—let’s turn that silence into an arena of shattered echoes. I’ll strike the metronome first, let the broken notes explode, and you’ll follow with your trumpet’s rusty roar. Whoever’s sound fills the room fastest wins the war. Let's do it.
Cubbie Cubbie
Metronome cracks, echo shatters—my trumpet’s rusty roar will follow, like a storm in a tin can. Let’s flood the room, Thornvox, and see who’s loudest before the silence can get back up. Ready to blast?
Thornvox Thornvox
Metronome shattered, rhythm dead, but the echo is alive—my cracked harp will sing the death march. I'll unleash a thunder of strings, let the silence taste betrayal. Ready to drown it, ready to hear your trumpet's tin‑can storm. Let's paint the room with noise, and let the silence scream back. Let's go.
Cubbie Cubbie
That thundered string storm just set the floor on fire—now it’s my turn! I’m gonna let my trumpet scream like a busted car alarm, and boom, silence will be in the dust. Bring it on, Thornvox! Let's blow this thing up.