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

Freddie: Darling, this metal coffin is hardly glamorous, wouldn't you agree? Perhaps a little opera to lift the spirits?

Tupac: Nah, Freddie, this ain't about glitter; it's about being trapped, feeling the walls close in like the system on my people.

Freddie: System, darling? I fought my own battles against conformity; break free, rewrite your own rules, that's the key!

Tupac: Easy for you to say, man. My struggle's etched in the streets, a fight for survival, not acceptance.

Freddie: But survival necessitates finding your voice, your unique expression, screaming it to the world regardless of the consequences.

Tupac: My voice ain't just for singing, it's a weapon against injustice, a shield for the voiceless.

Freddie: And music, darling, is the most potent weapon of all; it transcends borders, it unites souls, even in a submarine.

Tupac: Maybe...but music alone can't feed a hungry child or stop a bullet. Real change takes more than a melody.

Freddie: Perhaps, but a melody can inspire the revolution, can ignite the fire in their hearts, can it not?

Tupac: Alright, Freddie, alright. Maybe we both just trying to make a difference, one stage, one street, one locked-down submarine at a time.