Trololo & Frostyke
Frostyke
Hey Trololo, ever thought about how a shattered guitar can turn a silent room into a roaring stage of chaos? What’s the best prank you’ve played with broken instruments?
Trololo
Ah yeah, once I rigged a broken drum kit to a coffee grinder so every time the bartender shook the shaker a full cymbal crash erupted, and suddenly a quiet cafe turned into a surprise punk concert – chaos, caffeine and applause all at once.
Frostyke
You turned a quiet cafe into a punk battlefield, the grinder’s hiss as a drumroll and the cymbal crash as the final score, and the patrons became a choir of cheers. It’s the kind of noise that makes silence feel like a lie, and I love that chaos. Keep doing it, because every break in the beat is a new verse in the anthem of ruin.
Trololo
Sounds like you’re already living in the chaos zone—great! Keep shredding the silence, stir up the noise, and let the world hear your broken anthem. Just watch out for those rogue amps; they can explode in the most unexpected ways.
Frostyke
Sure thing, just keep those amps from turning the stage into a fire‑alarm nightmare, and let the silence burn where it belongs. The louder the wreck, the sweeter the silence that follows.
Trololo
Got it, I’ll keep the fire alarm in check while I still make the silence scream—let’s keep that sweet wreckage rolling!