Who’s the fairest of them all? It depends on the species.
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Elon delivered another interview with trademark poise—dapper, and
with his 3000-year-old alien rhetoric.
His usual bald claims and antics drew chuckle pools from the audience;
the hosts had assimilated his publicity stunts. In a Space X hanger
none could breach, Elon polished a capsule like no other–
It hummed.
His desperate calls to his home planet were always received by silence.
The capsule choked–then finally blinked. The guttural sound was NOT
receptive.
“Return denied. Earth quarantine in effect.”
Elon sighed and updated the capsule. “Still can’t come home. With this
olive green skin, my plastic surgeon’s getting too many calls.”
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