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Date:  6 January 2024, 1427 CST

Location:  SpaceX Starbase, Boca Chica, TX

”I do not like this.  This is a non-stop short attack from Blackrock, who intends to do nothing but ruin me because I snubbed Larry Fink when he asked to test drive a pre-production Cybertruck.”  Elon began talking in the opposite of the general direction of his executive drones in the board room.

”Perhaps we can send out a based and redpilled message to him on Twitter.”

“On what?”  Elon looked at his employee with intense blank-faced inquisition.

”Sorry, Elon.”

”Oh no, we’re not on a first name basis.  If you recall, you called me Mr. Musk after I asked you to call me Elon.  You insisted on Mr. Musk.”  Elon paused for a quick drink of his Boba Tea.  “The only people that call me Mr. Musk are the maid, my stewardesses, my pilots, my mother, and three women I pay to live in a house together with a series of cameras I placed to allow me to view their scandalous exposed wrists and ankles.  As such you are wearing the same uniform as they—furry pink panties.”

”Yes.  Sorry, Mr. Musk.”

”I am afraid however, this transgression cannot be left without consequence.”  Elon closed his eyes and winced slightly. “Hmm. I want you to know I do not want to do this.”

Elon pulled out his iPhone and scrolled to the Elon App.  His lips tightened slightly to form a smile.

”Here we are.”  Elon said after a pause.  “I need you to open the Elon App, and click the button marked Your Final Solution.”

“Yes Mr. Musk.”

A hidden compartment raised in the center of the carbon fiber conference room table.   Doors unfolded out opposite directions revealing the item hidden inside the compartment:  A exquisite Japanese Tanto.

”Mr. Musk, what is Sepukku?”

”Its the only honorable recourse.  Please kneel on the conference room table and take care of this for me while we continue the board meeting.  You have three minutes to comply starting when you selected Your Final Solution on the Elon app.”

“Elon, if I may be so bold, isn’t this the type of workplace culture that lead Blackrock to try to remove you from the Tesla board?”  Another executive asked.

”Larry Fink likes to pretend to be a victim and that we made it personal, but do know he’s the one that made me do this.  Look on your Elon App.”  Elon said, somewhat sternly.

The executive checked his phone.  “Ah yes.”  He pulled out a ball-gag and placed it into his mouth.

Elon began walking slowly to the executive that spoke out of line.  “Now let’s discuss Starlink.”  He placed a knee on the executive’s back pinning him against the conference room table.  “Have Zelensky…” He grabbed both sides of the strap on the ball gag around the executive’s head. “…or the Pentagon, or any of these faggots…”  He yanked both sides of the ball gag with a tight *squik*. “…paid for their StarLink service yet?

”No, Elon.  Zelensky pretended not to speak English, and the Pentagon said, and I quote get fucked.”

“I was afraid of that, which is why I hired a consultant to assist with this situation.  As well as others related to Flat Earthers, SPACE SMITH, Jews, and government regulators.”  Elon said.  “But I repeat myself.”

The timer went off on the employee’s phone on the carbon fiber conference room table.  Everyone looked at the man, crying, wearing furry pink lingerie, with a Tanto…kneeling on the carbon fiber conference room table.

”Well?” Elon asked.  “Fine, it is dishonor then.”  Elon motioned to the dark corner of the conference room.

The room erupted with the sound of a single gunshot.

“Whoa, sorry about that.”  A fat, sweaty man said finagaling a Sig P320 into a wet shoulder holster under his yellow plaid coat.  “These new issued pistols really do go off on their own.”  He took a long drag of a Black and Mild.

”When did you switch to cigars?”  Elon asked.

”Its part of the agency’s new DEI initiative.”  The agent replied.  “None of us can get away from this shit.”

”Regardless, you cannot smoke here.”  Elon said.

”Fine.”  He put the cheap cigar out on the employee’s carcass. Mindful to twist the cigar into his ass not the panties. “The furry ones are flammable. Don’t ask. …Now I have a solution to your StarLink problem.”

”Oh?”  Elon asked with muted enthusiasm.

“I know a few counterparts in Russia that will happily pay for StarLink…in fact they’ll pay for their service AND Ukraine’s!”

Elon and the other executives stroked their chins in silence.

 

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THE FOLLOWING, IS AN INTERVIEW WITH AN UNNAMED GOVERNMENT AGENT.

WELL, NOT REALLY.  THIS IS NOT THE LEX FRIEDMAN PODCAST.  YOU CERTAINLY SHOULD NOT LOG IN NOW TO HEAR THIS.

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