Banksy and Keanu Reeves are stuck in Stranded in the Arctic in a Crashed Plane and forced to have a deep conversation.

Banksy: (Scratching a rudimentary stencil of a penguin on a metal panel with a shard of glass) Well, Keanu, guess even the most elaborate performance art ends with a plane crash and existential dread.

Keanu: (Staring blankly at the horizon) Whoa...this is...intense. Like, beyond Point Break intense.

Banksy: Intense? This is the ultimate canvas, pal. A pristine white wasteland screaming for a subversive narrative.

Keanu: Narrative...yeah. Maybe the narrative is that sometimes...things just *are*, you know? No deeper meaning.

Banksy: (Scoffs) No deeper meaning? That's what they *want* you to think. Conformity breeds complacency, even in the face of hypothermia.

Keanu: (Nods slowly) True. But...acceptance. Like, accepting the cold, accepting the...situation.

Banksy: Acceptance? More like complicity! I'd rather freeze to death spray-painting a middle finger on this iceberg.

Keanu: (Smiling faintly) Woah...a frozen middle finger. That's...pretty righteous, actually.

Banksy: See? Even you can't resist the allure of rebellion, Neo.

Keanu: (Gazes back at the horizon) Maybe...maybe rebellion is just another form of...being excellent to each other.