Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson are stuck in Flooded Subway Tunnel and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here's how their conversation might go:

Elvis: (Shakes his head, water dripping from his slicked-back hair) Well, hound dog, if this ain't a predicament. Seems even a king can get washed away. You ever feel like the world just keeps rising up around ya, Michael?

Michael: (Eyes wide, looking around the tunnel) *Hee hee!* It's...thrilling, Elvis, but also a little scary. Sometimes I feel like I'm floating above it all, but the Neverland in my heart is always searching for a safe place.

Elvis: Safe place, huh? Tell you what, son, fame's a fickle friend. Makes you feel like you're standin' on solid ground, then pulls the rug right out from under ya.

Michael: The love...the fans, Elvis, it's powerful, but it's a heavy kind of power, you know? Like a spotlight always searching for perfection.

Elvis: Perfection's a myth, kid. Just be yourself, let your soul sing, and don't let them steal your blue suede shoes.

Michael: But what if your soul is lost, Elvis? What if the world has taken too much, and the dance isn't as smooth anymore?

Elvis: Then you gotta find that rhythm again, find that gospel deep down inside, and let it carry you, even through the flood.

Michael: (A faint smile appears) Maybe...maybe you're right. The music, it's always there, like a heartbeat in the dark.

Elvis: That's right, son. It's the only thing that'll keep us from drownin' in this crazy world. Now, let's figure out how to get out of this watery mess.

Michael: (Starts humming a tune) *Shamone!* Maybe if we moonwalk our way out of here? *Hee hee!* It's worth a try, Elvis.