“Wait,” the remain Elon lookalike said, “I have a proposal. You return home…later. First, though, you help us take over Earth so that we can send resources to our home planet.”
Elon arched a brow.
“Like what?”
“Food.” The lookalike grinned maliciously. “The lower class will have to go somewhere after our Optimus robots take their jobs.”
Elon smirked.
“The illegal immigrants go first?”
“Of course.”
Elon glanced at the Trump animatronic.
“None of this leaves this bunker. Understood?”
“Absolutely,” the Trump animatronic replied. “As long as we get rid of those bad hombres, I’m in.”
Elon nodded.
“Me too.”
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “The New Leader”, the link to which can be found below.
To read the entire drabble series from the beginning, check out the Elon the Alien Index.
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