John Lennon and Margaret Atwood are stuck in Stuck in a Desert Gas Station and forced to have a deep conversation.

John: Right, so, this gas station's basically the world, innit? Just waitin' for a fill-up that never comes.

Margaret: A fitting metaphor, John. We’re all stranded, yearning for a future that may be as barren as this landscape.

John: But what if the future ain't about escapin', Maggie? What if it's about makin' somethin' beautiful outta this dusty hellhole?

Margaret: Beauty, John, is a construct, a way to mask the inherent violence that permeates every system, even this Texaco.

John: Violence? Nah, love. Love's the answer, even if it's just lovin' the cracked asphalt under our feet.

Margaret: Love is a naive construct, John. Power dictates survival, and love is easily manipulated by power.

John: But power ain't everything, Maggie. Imagination's the real power. Imagine a world without gas stations, without wars.

Margaret: Imagination is a dangerous tool; it can blind us to the realities of oppression, the ever-present threat of Gilead.

John: Gilead, gas stations...same difference, innit? Just walls we build ourselves. We gotta tear 'em down with a song.

Margaret: A song is a temporary distraction, John. True change requires dismantling the structures, brick by metaphorical brick.