I been to space and even worked on one of them satellites taking it over for a defunked organazaton i used to work for. If you ever need some trash 'taken out' or some pricks teck fucked up LMK. I could really use a cybertruck in return. Spesiphacly one where you do that scieance thing with the metal to make it a color without needing paint. IDK what they call it but I want mine in purple. Also if it helps with my potenchal employmeant, I HAVE REALLY BIG BALLS!

Also does you doing the elon ranking mean that your buying the xwf? I dont know you to get involved in anything you dont take over. I for one fully support an Elon takeover of the XWF! Vinnys lame and never pays us plus I bet Elon gives us all free starlinks and x premium which means i could make money telling to 

"Hold on."

...Elon pulls out from his pocket...

A six-inch tall Dwayne 'The Grok' Johnson.

"Who is this man? And do I own him?"

The pocket Grok lowers his comically small shades, before crawling up Musk's arm to his shoulder and whispering in his ear.

"...Really?" Elon nods. "I own the XWF and this... street urchin is... an employee?"

...Lil Grok nods.

"Excellent. Thank you, lil Grok."

Elon picks up the pocket Grok and slides him back into his front breast pocket.

He looks Graves up and down.

"Get back to work."

Elon walks back from whence he came.

(01-02-2026, 08:52 PM)ELON MUSK Said: "Hold on."

...Elon pulls out from his pocket...

A six-inch tall Dwayne 'The Grok' Johnson.

"Who is this man? And do I own him?"

The pocket Grock lowers his comically small shades, before crawling up Musk's arm to his shoulder and whispering in his ear.

"...Really?" Elon nods. "I own the XWF and this... street urchin is... an employee?"

...Lil Grok nods.

"Excellent. Thank you, lil Grok."

Elon picks up the pocket Grok and slides him back into his front breast pocket.

He looks Graves up and down.

"Get back to work."

Elon walks back from whence he came.

Tweets (are they still called that?) X's suddenly shift from the digital Hellscape into the dark reality of Micheal Graves. 

Graves double-takes the now empty door frame and then his phone.

"Holy-shit..."

He drops his phone, letting it crash onto the floor as he jumps to attention.


"YES SIR! YOU GOT IT, SIR! THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO COME TO ME DIRECTLY, SIR! THAT'S GOOD SERVICE FROM A GREAT OWNER! NOW GET THEM SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD WIZ-KIDS ON DODGING UP MY PAYCHECKS, SIR!"

Elon is long gone.

"Furry", he says while still saluting the empty door frame, "tell the students to pack up—we have work to do!"