Drake and Marie Antoinette are stuck in Stuck in a Desert Gas Station and forced to have a deep conversation.

Drake: (Sighs, staring at a dusty magazine rack) Man, this situation is, like, truly humbling. I'm used to jets, not jerky and jalapeños.

Marie Antoinette: (Fanning herself with a tattered map) *Mon Dieu*, this is far worse than the Tuileries gardens in August! Are there no pastries *anywhere*?

Drake: Yo, even I'm feeling this culture shock. What's your take on fate bringing us to this, uh, desolate haven?

Marie Antoinette: Fate? Perhaps. Or simply the inevitable consequence of unchecked privilege and… a faulty carriage engine.

Drake: Truer words never spoken. I been rapping 'bout the struggle, but I ain't truly *struggled* like *this*.

Marie Antoinette: Struggle is universal, *cher*. It is merely the embroidery on different tapestries, is it not?

Drake: That's deep, Marie. Makes me think, am I really connecting with the people, or just, you know, the idea of them?

Marie Antoinette: Connection requires genuine empathy, a willingness to understand a world beyond gilded cages and diamond-encrusted lyrics.

Drake: So, you're saying, drop the persona, be real? Even in a gas station with expired Slim Jims?

Marie Antoinette: Precisely. For even a queen, stripped of her finery, can find resonance in the simplicity of shared hardship.