Billie Eilish and Sigmund Freud are stuck in Library Locked-In Overnight and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here's how their conversation might unfold:

Billie: Dude, this place is creepy, even for me. All these books...it's like, everyone's secrets are just staring back.

Freud: Indeed, Fräulein Eilish. The library, much like the unconscious, is a vast repository of repressed desires and forgotten narratives.

Billie: Repressed? More like, nobody wants to admit they actually *like* romance novels, y'know?

Freud: Ah, but the overt manifestation often masks the underlying truth. Perhaps those yearnings for connection are buried deeper than you suspect.

Billie: So, you're saying even my most nihilistic fans secretly dream of, like, a fairytale ending? That's kinda messed up.

Freud: The human psyche is a battlefield of conflicting desires. Death drive battling Eros, always.

Billie: Okay, that's a lot. I just write about the stuff that gives me the feels, not some primal urge to self-destruct.

Freud: Perhaps your art serves as a cathartic outlet, a sublimation of those darker impulses into something beautiful and accessible.

Billie: Maybe. Or maybe I just like the sound of a distorted bass drop. Either way, this whole locked-in thing is giving me major anxiety.

Freud: Anxiety, Fräulein, is merely the signal that unconscious conflicts are threatening to surface. Let us explore this...