Banksy and Vladimir Lenin are stuck in Deep-Sea Exploration Pod Failure and forced to have a deep conversation.

Banksy: So, comrade Lenin, seems we're both victims of unforeseen circumstances; mine, a faulty oxygen tank, yours, well, history. Irony, isn't it?

Lenin: Irony is a bourgeois distraction, Banksy. This pod, however, is a testament to the inherent failures of capitalist engineering.

Banksy: Maybe, or maybe it's just a metaphor for the crushing pressure of societal expectations, comrade, a prison of our own making.

Lenin: Nonsense. Pressure builds from the top down, imposed by the ruling class, crushing the proletariat spirit.

Banksy: But doesn't that spirit sometimes need a bit of anarchy, a splash of disruptive color to wake it up, something your revolution wasn't keen on?

Lenin: Discipline, Banksy, is essential for progress. Art without purpose is decadent self-indulgence, not liberation.

Banksy: Purpose dictated by whom, Vlad? The state? Seems a bit stifling for genuine expression, doesn't it?

Lenin: The state serves the people, Banksy. Art serves the revolution, inspiring them to seize their rightful power.

Banksy: And what if the people want to spray-paint a kitten on a crumbling wall, Vlad? Does that serve your revolution?

Lenin: (Sighs) Fine, Banksy. But the kitten must be holding a tiny hammer and sickle. Otherwise, it's just frivolous.