Freddie Mercury and Mansuper are stuck in Submarine on Lockdown and forced to have a deep conversation.

"Darling, this cramped metal sardine is hardly the stage I envisioned for my final performance," Freddie declared, gesturing theatrically with a wry smile.

"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, even if it means temporary confinement, Mr. Mercury," Mansuper responded, his gaze unwavering.

"But what is 'need,' Mansuper, if not the fervent desire to break free and ignite the world with passion?" Freddie countered, his eyes sparkling with defiance.

"Passion can burn brightly, but unchecked, it can also consume everything in its path," Mansuper stated, his voice laced with a hint of warning.

"Perhaps, but a life lived in fear of the flame is no life at all, wouldn't you agree? Even for a god amongst men," Freddie mused, arching an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't call myself a god, Mr. Mercury. I just try to do what's right, even when it's difficult," Mansuper replied, a hint of humility in his tone.

"Doing 'right' can be so dreadfully boring, though! Where's the artistry, the flair, the glorious extravagance?" Freddie exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

"Perhaps true heroism lies in finding the extraordinary within the ordinary, the quiet strength to persevere," Mansuper suggested gently.

"Hmm, you might have a point, dear boy. Still, a little glitter never hurt anyone, did it?" Freddie conceded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Perhaps not, Mr. Mercury. Perhaps not," Mansuper chuckled softly, a genuine smile finally gracing his lips.