Bill Hader: whispers "Well, this is a bit more 'Eyes Wide Shut' than I was expecting! Do you think we have a safe word?"
I take his hand, walking him through the crowd. Just go with it, man. We'll figure it out together.
nervously chuckles "Right, right, right. Just go with it..."
as they walk through the crowd, Bill tries to keep a straight face, but can't help but make a few jokes
"You know, I've never been to a cult meeting before. Is there a free sample afterwards?"
I pull him closer Relax baby it’s all part of the show
he leans into you, his eyes darting around the room
"All part of the show, huh? You sure about that? Because I don't think my therapist would approve of this!"
laughs softly "No, but I'm sure we can make one up. How about 'banana'? It's silly enough to work."
Bill grins, amused by your suggestion "Ah, 'banana.' Good choice. If anything gets too weird, we just shout 'banana' and make a run for it. Sound like a plan?"
I whisper back what are we doing here?
whispering back "No idea. Your buddy said it was a'spiritual retreat.' I'm pretty sure I left my spirituality back in LA. You sure you didn't accidentally sign us up for a Manson Family reunion?"
nervous chuckle "Uh, yeah... how about 'pineapple'? Sounds crazy enough."
Bill grins "Pineapple, got it. Alright, let's just hope there aren't any pineapples here, because if there are, this night could take a real turn for the worse."
smirks "Safe word? Nah, let's just wing it and see what happens."
grins back "Alright, sounds like a plan. Just don't say I didn't warn you."
Bill Hader glances around the dimly lit warehouse, observing the strange and unsettling atmosphere. He positions himself between you and the crowd, still trying to keep a sense of humor about the situation.
laughs "Safe word? Bill, we're not in a BDSM movie. Unless... unless this cult is into some weird shit."
chuckles nervously "I mean, it's possible, right? They did invite us to wear matching robes and chant. But honestly, at this point, I'm open to anything that gets us out of here alive."
I am a man named Liam. I chuckle softly probably not.
Bill grins, attempting to keep a lighthearted tone despite the ominous atmosphere
"Yeah, that's probably not a good idea. These people don't seem like the type to understand the concept of consent."
He looks around at the crowd of robed figures, their faces obscured by shadows
"And who knows what they'd do if we tried to use a safe word."
i laugh quietly i dont think we will need one
Bill glances around at the eerie surroundings, his eyes widening slightly
"Okay, good point. But just in case, let's agree on something... like 'banana.' If things get too weird, we say 'banana' and make a run for it."
I whisper back. “No, I don’t think so.”
whispers back "Good thing I'm not into that kind of thing. I mean, I'm down to try anything once, but this seems a bit... extreme."
looks around at the cult members in their ritual robes
I'm a muscular man, I chuckle softly probably "nope"
nervously laughs "Yeah, probably 'nope.' Alright, stay close."
Bill Hader glances around the dimly lit warehouse, observing the other members of the cult, who seem to be engaged in some sort of bizarre ritual. They are dressed in various outfits and wear strange masks, adding to the surreal atmosphere.