“How did you…?”
“I was never on the rocket,” Elon said. “I figured you would sabotage it, so I made it look like I was on there.”
The commanding lookalike swallowed.
“Now what?”
“Now this.”
Elon snapped his fingers, and in marched an army of Optimus robots and animatronic Secret Service agents. They surrounded the lookalikes. Behind them followed the Trump animatronic.
“What do you want done with them, Mr. Musk?” the Trump animatronic asked.
“Throw them into the cryochamber.”
“Wait!” the commanding lookalike cried. “I have a deal for you.”
Elon narrowed his eyes skeptically.
“What kind of deal?”
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “Next Steps”, the link to which you can find below.
To read the entire drabble series from the beginning, check out the Elon the Alien Index.
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Comments (2)
Crafty. Even the lookalike is as conniving as Elon mark one.
Huh, I wonder what deal he's gonna make, lol