Kanye West and Quentin Tarantino are stuck in Library Locked-In Overnight and forced to have a deep conversation.

Kanye: Yo, Quentin, these Dewey Decimals are whack. Real art doesn't fit in boxes, man. It *is* the box.

Quentin: (Chuckles) Boxes are for coffins, my man. Stories gotta spill out, explode like a Vega getting a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart.

Kanye: Exactly! Like *Yeezus*, people didn’t get it, but it was a revolution! It was *necessary* violence to the ears.

Quentin: Violence is poetry, my brother. Like a perfectly choreographed dance of death, you feel me? But does your "violence" have dialogue, Kanye?

Kanye: My dialogue is the beat, the flow, the *feeling*. It's universal, transcends language barriers, it's God-level communication!

Quentin: God-level? I'm just tryin' to give the audience a good time, a visceral experience. Make 'em think, yeah, but mostly just *feel* something raw.

Kanye: Raw is unfinished, Quentin. I'm about perfecting the raw, elevating it to a higher plane of consciousness, like a diamond from the rough.

Quentin: See, that's where we differ, brother. The rough *is* the beauty, the imperfection, the grit. That's where the soul hides.

Kanye: Soul needs polish, Quentin. Shine, brilliance. It needs to be seen, recognized, *worshipped*!

Quentin: (Smiling) Worshipped, huh? Well, as long as the worship involves a killer soundtrack and some snappy dialogue, I'm in.