Banksy and George Lucas are stuck in Cabin in a Snowstorm and forced to have a deep conversation.

Banksy: This cabin's more authentic than anything Disney’s ever built; at least the rot's real.

Lucas: Authenticity? I built entire worlds from scratch, conjured mythologies from thin air! That's authentic creation.

Banksy: Creation? You commodified dreams, packaged rebellion for the masses; I'm just holding up a mirror to the mess.

Lucas: But I inspired generations! Gave them heroes, villains, a universe to believe in, even if it was digitally enhanced.

Banksy: Belief's a dangerous weapon when wielded by corporations, George; my weapon's a stencil and a can of spray paint.

Lucas: Perhaps, but hope is a powerful force, and I aimed to inject it into a world desperately needing it, even if it was through a galaxy far, far away.

Banksy: Hope's cheap; real change demands confrontation, a slap in the face, not a lightsaber battle with a happy ending.

Lucas: Maybe you're right. Maybe I traded confrontation for connection, knowing deep down everyone loves a good story, even if it’s sanitized.

Banksy: Stories are fine, but reality's unfolding right outside this window, George, and it ain't got a script or a special effects budget.

Lucas: Then perhaps, we're both artists, just painting different versions of the same damn truth, one frame at a time.