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Elon sat unfocused in his chair, lost in thought as President Trump rambled on about his ideas. Elon stared at Donald, a feeling of discontent and hatred growing up into his being. These past few months had seemed... different. With all the, as Elon thought, stupid bills and laws that kept getting passed, he began to think of Trump in a different light, no longer the smart and upstanding man that Musk had always though of him as. He now began to see him as an idiotic coward.
"Now, regarding the 'One Big Beautiful Bill-' Donald began to speak, but was cut off quickly by Elon.
"More like the 'Big Ugly Spending Bill.' " Elon said with a scoff. Everybody turned to look at him, government officials in every rank staring as if Musk were of a different species.
"Elon... we've gone over this a million times. I thought we reached an agreement!" Donald said with an awkward chuckle, clearly trying to defuse the situation. Elon stood from his chair.
"We did not! This bill, that you claim to be some savior of God in one simple package is just a load of malarkey! It's going to run us into the grounds, and the people will revolt against us!" He said, the weeks and weeks of built up rage against his beloved Donnie finally snapping out into an unstoppable force.
"ELON! Control yourself! We have the people all under control! This bill will help you-"
"Help me what, hm? Help me... get a tanning bed? Yes, let me give myself skin cancer to flaunt the fact that I can afford doctors visits as THE AMERICAN PEOPLE LOSE THEIR INSURANCE!!" He yelled with fury, suddenly caring about the lesser 99% percent of American citizens. "THIS WILL NOT HELP ANYONE!! YOU JUST WANT TO BUY ANOTHER GOLF COURSE FOR YOU AND THE REST OF YOUR CRONIES!!!"
"AT LEAST THEY'RE NOT ON DRUGS ALL THE TIME!! AT LEAST THEY DON'T PISS THEMSELVES FROM GETTING TOO HIGH!!"
"YOU'VE DONE COKE OFF OF ME!! YOU'RE DEFINETLY ONE TO TALK, DOO DOO DONALD!! CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE HOW HUMILIATING IT IS TO BE THE ONE TO CHANGE YOUR DIAPER AFTER?! AT LEAST I DON'T ACT LIKE A BABY!! AND FOR THE RECORD, YOU NEVER WOULD HAVE WON WITHOUT ME!!"
"DADDIES!! QUIT FIGHTING!!!" JD yelled into the chaos, causing both men to quiet down. Tears streamed violently down his face. "You're not supposed to fight... you said you loved each other..." He sniffled, before running outside, leaving behind his echoing wails.
"JD! JD..." Trump tried to call for his son, but he was already off to somewhere away from here. He turned back to Elon. "This is all your fault."
Elon stood frozen, before also storming off. He had to do something... something he'd been waiting to do for years. The general public already had more than an inkling, but he was going to make it the truth. He rushed to his ancient computer, and booted it onto the former Twitter.com. He needed to make a callout post, to show the world that Donald Trump is a bitch ass motherfucker. And he knew just what to say...
*Donald Trump is in the Epstein files.* ___________________________________________________________