Peter Sellers in Dr. Strangelove: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, directed by Stanley Kubrick, 1964. Screenshot
Brriinng… brriinng… brriinng…
Musk: “DT, is that you?”
Trump: “Yes, Elon.”
Musk: “Not an AI voice clone? Say the password.”
Trump: “I might have forgot..”
Musk: [silence]
Trump: “Boer?”
Musk: “OK.”
Trump: “Elon, what are you wearing?”
Musk: “Later sweetie…”
Trump: “But I’m finally alone here, and all those tweets and re-tweets make me so….And when you mentioned Epstein, that really got me going!”
Musk: “I love those old photos of you, Jeffrey, Ghislaine and the kids. I must have them somewhere. But biz first: Did you and Eric dump your Tesla stock yesterday as agreed?”
Trump: “Like hot potatoes. You and Big Balls shorted your $Trump crypto?
Musk: “Yeah – three weeks enough time?”
Trump: “We can schedule a presser for the 4th of July. Kiss, kiss, hug, hug – all lovey dovey, all American. Like if Lucy and Desi got back together, or Lewis and Martin, or Eydie and Steve or…
Musk: “Who?”
Trump: “The point is, after I’ve increased my holdings, your stock will soar and I’ll make billions. $Trumps will recover too, and you’ll be, um, richer.”
Musk: “That put me in the mood! ”
Trump: “So answer my question.”
Musk: I’m wearing those black boxers you bought me, with the gold, DT initials on the fly. And you…?
Trump: “Can you hold on, Elon, I have Vlad on the other line. Maybe we can make it a conference call?”
