Aaron Sorkin and Alexander the Great are stuck in Stranded Ferris Wheel Ride and forced to have a deep conversation.

"So, Alexander," Sorkin began, pacing the small space, "conquering the known world—was it about legacy, or did you just have a really good pitch meeting?"

Alexander scoffed, looking out at the receding landscape, "Pitch meeting? I forged an empire with *blood* and vision, not PowerPoint."

"Vision's just a marketing term for ambition, pal. What's the endgame? More land? More power? It's all just building a bigger box." Sorkin retorted, hands gesturing emphatically.

"You misunderstand, Sorkin. It was about Hellenism, about spreading knowledge, about a unifying culture that would transcend borders." Alexander proclaimed, his voice echoing slightly.

"Unifying culture? That sounds suspiciously like cultural imperialism, with a catchy slogan. Did you even *listen* to the people you conquered?" Sorkin pressed.

Alexander sighed, "They listened when they saw my phalanx bearing down on them. Force is a language everyone understands."

"And dialogue? Compromise? You built an empire on shouting matches and brute force. That's not leadership, that's tyranny with a better haircut." Sorkin fired back.

"Tyranny? I gave them order, prosperity! I brought civilization to the barbarians!" Alexander argued, his voice rising.

"Civilization? Or just a different set of chains, wrapped in a prettier narrative? The truth always gets buried under the headlines, doesn't it?" Sorkin muttered.

Alexander, staring into the distance, simply replied, "Perhaps. But history remembers the headlines."