I’d just leave myself. Words mean nothing to fascists; I’d be wasting my breath and sitting at his table.
I would ask him who he is. Then when he gets upset that I don’t recognize him and he gives me his name I say “hmmm, never heard of you.”
Watch is ego implode.
Elon, if you developed a really ferocious strain of ass-cancer, do you think it would affect your entire body?
I keep a Ka-Bar on my desk at all times, it doent take that long to bleed out when the artery in the kneck in severed.
Pretty rude to sit down next to someone who is already seated and then tell them to leave, don’t you think? lol
Edit: Phew, lots of weird fantasizing going on in this thread, lol
“Hey, man, like what the fuck? Actually tho.”
I’d slap him. I don’t fucking care, I’m dying from societal neglect and welfare failings and like literally 0.00001% of his wealth could fix all my problems, you have to be inherently selfish to hoard all that wealth (not to mention be inherently evil to get it in the first place).
(this is a joke, I wouldn’t put it past Musk for suing for verbal assault or something)
But first you gotta ask him “does your mother sew?”
How can you slap?!
fuck being sued this country needs a story like that in the news
Lol you think his 24 bodyguards will let you near him?
Hes desperate for attention, hed love you to talk to him.
Probably not so much once the awkward questions started, though.
I’d ask for his wife’s number
pretend not to know who he is
And then call him Leon.
“aren’t you that Leon guy?”
You already know. You don’t even have to ask. You know exactly what any one of us on this site would do to Elon Musk or Donald Trump behind closed doors, and you know without even thinking about it for a second.
…whatever it may be.
“It’s obvious you’re just mad that your daughter is trans and that Grimes left you, everyone can tell”
Who did your hairplugs? I’d probably get my money back.
“Hey, does this rag smell like
chloroformneurotoxin to you?”I know we’re not supposed to invite violence. So this is pure satire ;-)
huh, I guess that your pericardium isn’t stab proof. Who would have thunk?
“How’s the catgirls thing going?”