Bob Dylan and Prince are stuck in Underground Bunker in a False Alarm and forced to have a deep conversation.

Bob Dylan: Well, this here's a fine mess, ain't it? Reminds me of that time I thought the revolution was comin', just needed a harmonica and a dream.

Prince: Revolution's always comin', brother. But true liberation ain't found in bunkers, it's found in the frequencies we create.

Bob Dylan: Frequencies, huh? Sounds like another way of sayin' the same old song, just dressed up in purple.

Prince: Purple's the color of royalty, and royalty knows silence is the deadliest weapon in the arsenal.

Bob Dylan: Silence? I've built a career on fillin' it up with words, some true, some just blowin' in the wind.

Prince: Words can be chains, man. A single guitar riff can shatter empires. Feel the truth, don't just speak it.

Bob Dylan: Maybe you're right. Maybe this whole world's just a song nobody can quite figure out the chords to.

Prince: The chords are there, darling. We just gotta tune our souls to the right station.

Bob Dylan: Tune our souls... sounds like a gospel song I heard once, back in Hibbing.

Prince: Gospel's just the blues played in church, same damn struggle, different stage. Now, you got a harmonica? Let's break this silence.