The pair of Elon lookalikes charged into the bunker and ran straight for the cryochamber. It was empty, the door wide open.
The new Elon’s eyes widened.
“We have to find him, quickly,” it said, “before he can get out and make any comments to the public.”
“You will not have to look far.”
The Elon lookalikes turned around. Before they could act, Elon shoved the new Elon into the cryochamber. With the Trump animatronic’s help, he sealed the door closed. He faced the remaining terror-stricken lookalike.
“I run the Elite now,” Elon said, “and I want to go home.”
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Author's Note: This drabble is a sequel to "Planned Deceit", 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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Stephanie Hoogstad
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