Barbaric rhythm through a coffeehouse.
"These annoying low babblings... I'm weary of 'em," says Magenta.
"Cannot tell if the one that put this audio is evil or just numb," the possum adds.
"Imagine getting 7 bucks per hour and should listen to this base song," laughs the feline.
The rabbit thence: "Ah, ceux qui sont nés pauvres sont si malheureux."
Magenta: "Didn't have to say that..."

The possum, standing up: "The scale of this decomposition...
The power output might have certain leakage.
But for now, let us move out. The material should be around here."

Outside.
Magenta: "They are building even more cells near our border!"
The feline: "To be soon collapsed."