"Hey Michael, wassup?"
"Not much. Chilling with my loafers in the snow, you know?"
"Not really. I live in a trashcan. Don't have any loafers."
"Got it. No shoes. Trashcan. Life sucks."
"Aw, don't say that."
"Sorry, Oscar. Sometimes I feel like hiding in a trashcan, too. Don't let the jaunty rolled up pants fool you, my muppet friend. Sometimes I feel like a stranger in some snowy, cold city like this one, only further away. Damn, I think there's a song in there somewhere. Urgh! I need to get out of my head!"
"Need something to cheer you up?"
"Lay it on me."
"How about three hours' worth of classic hip-hop mixed with the original samples?"
"You got a ferris wheel in there? Or at least some golden lapels?"
"Uhm. Trashcan. Remember?"
"Right. Let's do it."