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Chuu walked into the Twitter HQ with the golf club she had borrowed from Yves.
"Hey Elon Musk." She yelled at the top of her lungs, using her supreme Chuu powers to make sure it could be heard by the entire continent. "Fight me."
Elon Musk popped out of the earth like the earth was his egg and Satan was the chicken that laid him. He pulled himself into fighting position and told his personal attendant AKA minimum wage slave to start filming on Tiktok.
Elon Musk may have been Satan spawn but he was not yyxy spawn, and Chuu used her girlbossery to beat the shit out of him. She obliterated him like Rosè was obliterating food after her 28392938th Born Pink concert of the hour. She obliterated him like the SM ceo obliterated aespa by forcing them to sing about trees and delaying the My World album by several weeks because of his tree obsession. She obliterated him like God obliterated homophobes.
Chuu cheered. Chuured, even.
Then she Chuu'd all other the Twitter HQ, freeing all the minimum wage slaves and killing the homophobes. She then set the building on fire with Elon Musks dead pussy still inside.
Chuu had seen enough. Chuu Chuu'd away, to be seen another day.