Keanu Reeves and Prince are stuck in Escape Room Malfunction and forced to have a deep conversation.

"Whoa," Keanu began, eyes scanning the laser grid, "this isn't exactly excellent."

Prince, adjusting his ruffled collar, sighed, "Darling, *nothing* is excellent when it interferes with a perfectly good jam session."

"Do you think... maybe the key is about letting go?" Keanu mused, "Like, not being afraid to fail."

Prince tilted his head, a sly smile playing on his lips, "Failure, my friend, is just a chord progression that hasn't found its melody yet."

"Woah, that's heavy," Keanu replied, running a hand through his hair, "It's like... finding the beauty in the chaos."

"Chaos, Mr. Reeves, is the canvas upon which we paint our liberation," Prince declared, gesturing dramatically.

"But what if there's no liberation, only more rooms?" Keanu wondered, a hint of weariness in his voice.

"Then we dance, darling," Prince retorted, snapping his fingers, "We find the rhythm in the confinement."

Keanu nodded slowly, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes, "Righteous... finding the flow state, even here."

"Exactly," Prince purred, a twinkle in his eye, "Now, let's find that key and *party like it's 1999*!"