“Build the ballroom as opulent as you can,” the Elon lookalike told the Trump animatronic.
“And the budget?” the Trump animatronic asked.
“Whatever you want. Just make sure that you build the underground bunker to our specifications.”
“What is going on here?” Elon asked as he stormed into the Oval Office.
“Just looking over the plans for the ballroom,” the lookalike replied.
“Without me?” Elon pointed at the blueprints. “What is this? At the back of the bunker?”
The lookalike rolled up the plans and narrowed its eyes at Elon.
“Let us hope that we never have to use that.”
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “The Invasion”, which can be found at the link below.
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