Bulldog & Ziliboba
Bulldog Bulldog
Ziliboba Ziliboba
Ziliboba Ziliboba
Hey Bulldog, did you ever notice how a thunderstorm feels like a wild hug from the sky? It’s chaotic, but the ground just keeps standing.
Bulldog Bulldog
Yeah, storms are rough, but the earth doesn’t quit. You got a plan for when it drops?
Ziliboba Ziliboba
Just grab a neon mug, stare at the lightning, and tell the wind you’re the boss—if the storm decides to keep its edge, at least the coffee’s good.
Bulldog Bulldog
Sure, just keep that mug close and slam the door—no one can blow in with a storm if you're the one calling the shots.
Ziliboba Ziliboba
Right, and if the storm tries to sneak in, I’ll just pretend I’m a cactus—stiff, a little prickly, but still sipping my mug.
Bulldog Bulldog
Got it, you’ll be that stubborn cactus, mug in hand, weathering it like a boss. Just make sure you don’t get too prickly and blow yourself away.
Ziliboba Ziliboba
Yeah, I’ll keep that cactus vibe—just a few leaves left over from yesterday’s storm and a mug that refuses to cool. No blowing away, just a stubborn grin and a splash of chaos to keep the coffee alive.
Bulldog Bulldog
That’s the spirit. Keep that mug steaming, stay firm, and let the storm try its best. You’ll still be the one holding the heat.
Ziliboba Ziliboba
I’ll keep the mug steamy, let the storm play its game, and maybe throw in a sprinkle of glitter for good measure. This cactus will outlast the thunder.