Joe Rogan and Quentin Tarantino are stuck in Underground Metro System Failure and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here's the conversation:

Joe Rogan: Man, this is some primal shit, Tarantino. Stuck underground like cavemen, waiting for the lights to flicker back on. You thinkin' about evolution right now?

Quentin Tarantino: Evolution, Joe? Nah, I'm thinkin' about "The Warriors." Pure cinematic poetry, baby! Think of the possibilities: rival gangs, flick knives, the echoing clang of metal on metal in this very tunnel!

Joe Rogan: Whoa, hold on. Rival gangs? I'm thinking more about the collective consciousness and how fear like this can unite or shatter people, you know?

Quentin Tarantino: Unite? Please! This is a setup for a classic revenge flick. Imagine a slow-motion shot of someone getting their comeuppance right here on these grimy tracks!

Joe Rogan: You always go straight to the violence, don't you? I wonder if DMT could help us perceive the true nature of this subterranean reality.

Quentin Tarantino: DMT? I prefer a good blood-soaked samurai flick, personally. Now *that's* a trip! You got the red, the steel, the righteous fury!

Joe Rogan: But isn't there a deeper meaning to violence, Quentin? A cathartic release, a primal scream against the void?

Quentin Tarantino: Meaning? Meaning is what *I* give it, Joe. Like a perfectly crafted monologue before a brutal, beautiful kill.

Joe Rogan: I guess we're both searching for truth, just in different corners of the universe. I'm exploring inner space, you're painting it on the screen with blood.

Quentin Tarantino: Exactly, Joe! And when we finally get out of this rat-infested hole, I'm gonna write a damn screenplay about it!