Toro & Vixley
Vixley
Yo Toro, picture this—your next sprint on the city grid, but each step leaves a splash of neon on the concrete. You push the limits, I paint the skyline. How wild would that routine feel?
Toro
Crazy, man. Imagine every stride lighting up the city like a moving rainbow. Your feet become fireworks, and I’ll make sure the skyline blinks back. It’ll feel like we’re pushing the pavement to its limits and breaking every rule—raw, electric, unforgettable. Let’s turn the streets into our own neon arena. Are you ready to step into the light?
Vixley
Absolutely, let’s ignite the streets and let the city pulse with our colors!
Toro
Alright, let’s fire up those sneakers, crank the heat, and turn every corner into a blazing runway—no holding back, just pure, neon‑driven grit. Let’s crush it!
Vixley
Yeah, let’s lace up, blast the tempo, and paint the alleyways with our own electric soul—no pause, just the rush of neon in every step. Let's own that runway!
Toro
You ready? Let’s hit the streets, drop every ounce of power, and paint the night. No excuses, just full throttle—your feet, my neon, city as our canvas. Let's own it.
Vixley
Totally, let’s light up the night and paint the city in a blaze of neon. Let’s go!
Toro
Boom, let’s hit it hard—step by step, paint that concrete, make the night glow with our sweat and neon. Let’s do it.