“Remember, Mr. President, these are refugees from South Africa escaping prejudice. Correct?” Elon said.
“Correct, Mr. Musk,” the Trump animatronic replied.
“Very good.” Elon spoke into his smartwatch. “We’re all clear to enter.”
The doors to the Oval Office flung open, and in marched more than a dozen Elon Musk lookalikes. They spread throughout the room, surrounding Elon and the Trump animatronic.
One stepped forward and placed its hands on Elon’s shoulders.
“Well done, E’lon,” it said. “Our takeover can now begin.”
E’lon’s face lit up with excitement.
“I can go home now?”
The lookalike smiled.
“But we are home.”
* * *
Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “Elon Phones Home”, which you can find at the link below.
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