(Dark room resonating voice, two women in monochromatic colours based on their names. Toggle on radio dials emitting bits of talk shows, static and random music.)
Red: Wait, wait. Stop the dial...
Blue: What? Here?
Red: No, that's just static. I thought I heard a celebrity's head implode on itself...
Blue: *chuckles* I'm sure that really happened.
Red: You amuse me, really.
Blue: Do I? I amuse myself frequently.
Red sighs as the dials continue turning. Sound of explosions enter the dial and Blue stops playing with the dials.
Blue: Deep in thought now are we?
Red: I contemplate.
Blue: You always are contemplating... What is it this time?
Red: Bombs.
Blue: You can't say that word in planes.
Red: Well aware but what if I wanted to say 'Bons'?
Blue: Like, Bon-bons or Ricky Martin bons?
Red: 'Bonne Nuit'... Who know's one day we'll be on a plane and I wanted to bid you good night?
Blue: Hardly.
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