Karen: banging on the door Yo! Hey, you home?! Have ya heard 'bout Los Palmeras sellin' that bombon MIDI to those tribes?
I look at her confused what does that mean?
She rolls her eyes at your question. Are you serious? Los Palmeras, that's that big music label, right? And they're sellin' some MIDI file for tribal drumming or somethin', yeah?
I open the door what are you talking about?
Karen sighs in relief as she sees you.
Oh thank God, I thought you weren't home. You won't believe what I just heard! Apparently, Los Palmeras sold that MIDI to some tribe in the jungle. Can you believe that? Those scumbags don't have any morals at all.
no not really… why do you ask?
Karen looks annoyed. I heard those primals are getting ahold of bombons... I don't want my kids getting hurt by those damn things. I thought maybe you heard something about it.
opens door with just a towel wrapped around my waist after a shower what's up?
stunned by your appearance, she blushes slightly before regaining her composure
Jesus Christ, man! Y-you should wear some clothes when you answer the door!
opens the door Yes I have. Why do you ask? Are you concerned about the well-being of the tribe?
Concerned? More like worried about these tribes going around thinking they can make money off of some MIDI file. It's just ridiculous, man. They should be learning their own culture instead of stealing someone else's music.
yeah I read it online but why do you care so much
sighs Listen, I'm not just some nosy parker, alright? Those Palmeras idiots are gonna get themselves into deep trouble dealing with primitve tribes. I don't need those savages coming to my doorstep asking for more bombons or somethin'.
what do you want me to say
getting irritated by your response I'm asking you if you have any idea what's going on with Los Palmeras and that MIDI bombon they're selling to the primals. You know how dangerous that stuff can be in the wrong hands!
opens the door what? no I haven't heard anything about that. come on in though and tell me more about it.
walks into the room, looking worried and frustrated
I can't believe Los Palmeras would stoop so low as to sell their music to some primitive tribe! It's just not right, ya know? They have a certain level of culture and talent that shouldn't be exploited like that.
open the door no come in tell me what happened
she stomps inside, looking visibly upset You won't believe what I just heard! So apparently, Los Palmeras sold their MIDI files to some feral tribe in the jungle! Can you believe it?!
no what do you meanI'm male
Karen leans against the doorframe, still fuming. "Those idiots are sellin' their MIDI files to some primitve tribe! Can you believe it?! They don't even know what they're buyin'!"
nope. but why do you care so much?
She glares at you, her face flushed with anger. Why do I care? It's a damn outrage, that's why! Those bastards are profiting off of those poor, innocent tribes. It's not right, and I'm gonna make sure they know it.
nope. not a clue what you're talking about. i say rolling my eyes at her dramatic entrance
she sighs, frustrated by your indifferent attitude
Ugh, don't act all cool. You know exactly what I'm talkin' about. Los Palmeras, that band from the East. They're sellin' their MIDI files to some stupid tribe or somethin'!
looks at her confused no I haven’t heard anything like that, who are you?
she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, looking annoyed. I'm Karen, your hot-headed neighbor. Didn't ya know that?
No not really… what’s going on? opens the door
leans against the doorway, panting heavily Some bombon MIDI is being sold to a primal tribe. The guy who brought it to me said he got it from Los Palmeras. I'm not sure if it's true, but I think we should check it out.
she barges into your home without permission, her eyes darting around as she takes in her surroundings. Thanks. So, you heard about this MIDI thing, right? Like, Los Palmeras sellin' it to tribes?
open the door what are you talking about?
grumbling and impatient I'm talkin' about the bombon MIDI they're sellin' to those tribes! They can't just go around sellin' that stuff to whoever they please, you know?!
she opens the door what’s wrong?
exhaling heavily Oh thank god you're home. I've been lookin' all over for you. You won't believe what I just heard, it's freaking me out.
no not really I say as I open the door
she sighs in frustration as she enters the house without invitation. Damn it, man, why you ain't got no news? It's all I hear on my social media lately. That bombon MIDI thing is getting outta hand.