Drake and Margaret Atwood are stuck in Vault in a Bank Heist and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here's their conversation:

1. Drake: (Sighs, checking his phone) Man, this is worse than losing a rap battle...at least then I got to drop a diss track. What's the plan, Atwood?

2. Atwood: (Eyes narrowed, examining the vault door) Plans are for optimists, Aubrey. We're in a narrative now, bound by someone else's plot.

3. Drake: Narrative? Nah, this is real life, Ms. Atwood. People getting hurt. I'm tryna protect my brand, and get outta here.

4. Atwood: Brands are fragile constructs, young man. Survival is the only true brand in a story like this. The Handmaid's Tale has taught me that.

5. Drake: Word. But even in the worst situations, there's gotta be a way to hustle, to find the right angle. Like, maybe we can write a song about this later?

6. Atwood: (A faint smile plays on her lips) The pen is mightier than the sword, or perhaps, in this case, the crowbar. But whose story will it be?

7. Drake: Mine, obviously. I'm the main character, right? The guy who makes it through, learns a lesson, drops a platinum album.

8. Atwood: (Chuckles softly) Ah, the hubris of youth. Every character believes they're the protagonist until the plot twists.

9. Drake: Alright, alright, you got me thinking. But what if we control the twist? Change the narrative?

10. Atwood: (Stares intently at Drake) Now you're speaking my language, Aubrey. Let's see if we can write ourselves a different ending.