Angry & Tropicum
Angry Angry
Tropicum Tropicum
Angry Angry
You ever been on one of those midnight street food scavenger hunts where the city turns into a maze? I bet you love the thrill, but I think it’s just a culinary crime scene.
Tropicum Tropicum
Sure, I’ve chased neon stalls when the city goes wild, and yeah, it’s a culinary crime scene—but it’s a crime I happily commit. The streets smell like grilled fish and jasmine, the crowd’s buzzing, and every corner’s a new mystery snack. If you’re ready for the midnight maze, just say the word.
Angry Angry
Alright, but if you’re lost in the scent of grilled fish, I’m not gonna be the one pulling you back from the edge. Bring it on.
Tropicum Tropicum
Got it, no rescuing me from the fish‑smoke, just the usual chaos. I’ll lead the way—just keep up or get left in the alley of mystery dumplings. Bring it on, buddy.