Isaac Asimov and Shonda Rhimes are stuck in Flooded Subway Tunnel and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here's the dialogue:

1. Asimov: (Scoffs, adjusting his glasses) This whole situation is statistically improbable, yet here we are, proving probability's inherent fallibility.

2. Rhimes: (Arms crossed, surveying the rising water) Improbable, maybe, but the stakes are real, and honey, everyone's got a backstory that led them to this flooded mess.

3. Asimov: Backstories are mere data points; predictable human behaviors leading to a statistically significant crisis.

4. Rhimes: Predictable? Darling, humans are gloriously unpredictable, driven by messy emotions and flawed logic, which makes for great drama.

5. Asimov: Drama is inefficiency; a deviation from the logical progression towards a stable, predictable future for humanity.

6. Rhimes: But a stable future without compelling narratives? A world without love, betrayal, or sacrifice? That's not living, that's just existing, Isaac.

7. Asimov: Existence, at its core, is the continuation of information, the survival of the species regardless of emotional externalities.

8. Rhimes: See, that's where we differ; I believe humanity's story, the messy, emotional core, *is* the information worth preserving.

9. Asimov: Perhaps. Though I suspect, even in this deluge, there's a purely scientific explanation for why I find your narrative so…compelling.

10. Rhimes: (Smiles faintly) Well, maybe we'll write it together, then, just as soon as we find a way out of this watery plot twist.