Joe Biden and Quentin Tarantino are stuck in Stranded Ferris Wheel Ride and forced to have a deep conversation.

"Look, Jack," Biden sighed, gesturing vaguely at the twinkling lights below, "this whole situation’s got more twists than a corn maze in Iowa, and I’ve seen a few in my time."

Tarantino chuckled, pulling out a crumpled pack of Red Apples, "Twists, Joe? This ain't a twist, it's a *set piece*. Think of the tension, the claustrophobia...it's cinematic gold!"

"Cinematic gold? People are probably worried sick, Quentin! It ain't about the damn movie reel," Biden retorted, fiddling with his rosary beads.

"Relax, old timer. Fear is the appetizer before the main course of revelation. What truths are we gonna unearth up here, huh?" Tarantino puffed a smoke ring.

Biden pondered, "Truth is, I’ve spent a lifetime trying to do right by folks, and sometimes, you just get stuck on a ferris wheel anyway."

"Doing right? That's just chapter one, Joe. Chapter two is how you *choose* to deal with being stuck," Tarantino said, a glint in his eye.

"Well, I choose to believe there's still good in people, even the ones who built this rickety thing," Biden replied, his voice firm.

"Good and evil, Joe, they're just two sides of the same blood-soaked coin, depends on which side you're staring at," Tarantino stated matter-of-factly.

"Maybe so, Quentin, but I'm still bettin' on the side that helps a fella off a stuck ferris wheel," Biden chuckled, a twinkle returning to his own eyes.

Tarantino grinned, "Alright, alright, I can dig that. But when we get down, *someone* is gonna write this goddamn script."