Escape!
Sequel to The Elite
They dragged Elon toward the East Wing.
The room at the back of the bunker, Elon thought, it’s a cryochamber!
He saw the Trump animatronic chatting at a pair of his lookalikes.
“Mr. President!” Elon cried out. “The left-wing socialists were right!”
The Trump animatronic’s eyes turned red. Fists clenched, he charged the Secret Service animatronics.
His arms now free, Elon ran as fast as he could out of the White House.
The lookalikes made to run after him, but the commanding lookalike stopped them.
“Do not worry,” it said. “There is nowhere on Earth where we cannot find him.”
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Author's Note: This drabble is a sequel to "The Elite", the link to which can be found below.
To read the entire drabble series from start to finish, check out the Elon the Alien Index.
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Stephanie Hoogstad
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Comments (3)
Sorry I lost track of this. Back on it now. Elon really has put himself in the shitter.
Well, well, Mr. Smarty Pants has done himself in….
Looks like he can run, but he can't hide. Lol