David Bowie and Ronald Reagan are stuck in Flooded Subway Tunnel and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here's how the scene unfolds:

1. Reagan: Well, shucks, son, this is a bit of a pickle. Seems like government infrastructure ain't always what it's cracked up to be.

2. Bowie: (Eyes scanning the dripping walls) Pickle, Ronnie? Darling, this is a chrysalis. We're submerged in the detritus of forgotten dreams, ready to metamorphose.

3. Reagan: Now, David, hold your horses. We just need a little elbow grease and some good ol' American ingenuity to get us out of this watery mess.

4. Bowie: Ingenuity? Is that what you call selling the future for tax cuts? This flood, Ron, is the consequence of prioritizing profit over planetary harmony.

5. Reagan: Now, now, let's not get political. I believe in the power of the individual, the free market to lift all boats.

6. Bowie: But Ron, some boats are sinking faster than others. Reality isn't a level playing field, it's a shattered mirror reflecting fragmented selves.

7. Reagan: I believe in optimism, David. A shining city on a hill, where everyone has a chance to achieve the American dream.

8. Bowie: The American Dream is a myth, a carefully constructed narrative. We're all just dancing to the beat of a broken drum machine.

9. Reagan: (Sighs) You know, David, you're a talented fella, but sometimes you get a little too far out there for this old horse.

10. Bowie: (A faint smile plays on his lips) Perhaps, Ron. But isn't a little stardust what makes life worth living, even in a flooded subway?