Isaac Newton and Jeff Goldblum are stuck in Stuck in a Desert Gas Station and forced to have a deep conversation.

Newton: Observe, Mr. Goldblum, the immutable laws of motion dictate we remain here until an external force, presumably a vehicle, alters our trajectory.

Goldblum: (Adjusting his glasses) External force, you say? That's... that's life, isn't it? Chaos swirling around us, just waiting for that *one* variable to... to just *shift* things.

Newton: Indeed. Just as gravity binds the planets, unseen forces bind us to this desolate locale, a peculiar gravitational pull of circumstance.

Goldblum: Oh, circumstances. Always the *wildcard*, huh? You think maybe if we applied enough *creative* force, we could... you know, bend the space-time continuum a little? Get some free coffee?

Newton: (Scoffs) Such notions are speculative, Mr. Goldblum. My principia describes a universe of predictable interactions, not whimsical manipulations.

Goldblum: Predictable? (Raises an eyebrow) I don't know, Isaac. Life finds a way. Even in a gas station, surrounded by... questionable jerky.

Newton: The jerky, much like the stars, adheres to the laws of thermodynamics, decaying in a predictable manner, albeit unappetizingly.

Goldblum: But the *experience* of that jerky, Isaac? That's a whole other dimension. A subjective reality, swirling with... *flavor*.

Newton: Flavour is merely a chemical reaction, quantifiable and ultimately, reducible to its constituent parts.

Goldblum: (Smiling knowingly) Oh, but it's *so* much more than that, isn't it? It's the *everything*. The mystery. The… *gas station*.