Disco & Whirl
Disco
Hey Whirl, ever been to that underground rooftop club where the lights are low, the beats are wild, and the dance floor is just the sky? Let’s paint the city with our moves!
Whirl
I’ve literally done that—my feet keep their own GPS in the clouds. Let’s spin the skyline into a neon galaxy and turn those beats into a city‑wide rave.
Disco
Sounds insane, let’s crank the lights up to eleven, sync the city’s skyline with our rhythm, and make every street corner a dance floor—no one’s getting out of this rave!
Whirl
Lights on, city’s got a new groove, and every corner’s now a dance floor—so we’re basically remixing the skyline. Let’s keep the beat alive forever, no one’s stepping out of this rave!
Disco
Gotcha, let’s keep the beat blasting, the lights flashing, and the city shaking—every step is a new remix, baby!
Whirl
Let’s crank that bass so high it’s a weather forecast, flash those lights like a neon tornado, and make every step a remix that turns the whole city into one giant dance party—no exits, just endless groove!
Disco
Whoa, that’s the kind of thunder‑storm I’m talking about—let’s blast the bass till the clouds dance and keep this groove spinning until the sunrise!
Whirl
Oh yeah, watch those clouds sync up, we’ll keep the bass alive until the sun decides to roll out.