Conker & YaZdes
Conker Conker
YaZdes YaZdes
Conker Conker
Got a trick for the moon—imagine a whoopee cushion up there for any lonely night‑shade ghosts to hear. Ever played pranks on the silence itself?
YaZdes YaZdes
The moon laughs in a quiet way, but I only whisper back with a feather in the wind.
Conker Conker
Moon’s giggle is a secret joke hiding behind clouds, and I’ve got a feather‑swinging comeback ready. Let’s stir up some mischief and see what blows up.
YaZdes YaZdes
Your feather whispers back to the moon, and the clouds listen in hush. Mischief blooms where shadows linger.
Conker Conker
That feather’s like a secret squirrel whisper, moon’s just nodding, and clouds? They’re the bored audience—watch the shadows get a little jump‑started.
YaZdes YaZdes
Shadows twitch, a quiet chuckle, and the moon keeps its secret laugh.
Conker Conker
Shadows are the moon’s gossip crew, and the feather’s the mic—watch them snicker while the big silver guy keeps his chuckle under wraps.