just like in my star show :marseysoypoint:

https://x.com/elonmusk/status/1836120537883644049

except it really is

:marseyneat:


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A woman enters the elevator and hardly notices the man already present inside leaning relaxed on the handrails. His slovenly attire tells her all she needs to know about this particular low value male.

She firmly presses the button for 46th floor, noticing the already lit 55th floor button. It will be a long ride she thinks.

She stands tall and confident in the center of the elevator facing the closing doors, making certain her posture is rigid and perfect to psychologically ward off any unwanted attention that casual posture might give this creep an 'in' to strike up conversation.

As the doors seal and the cabin lifts she is struck with a horrible feeling in her stomach. A rumble, then a writhe, and then pressure. Immense pressure that could only be brought on by tacos and tequila that she has previously indulged in with her friends during lunch.

The rumble grows so loud it can be clearly heard over the rushing hum of the elevators climb.

A single, short chuckle from behind answers her question before she had time to think it. He heard that? Then he's going to certainly hear this, she thought in an embarrassed panic.

She leans slightly to her side and attempts to spread a gap between her cheeks but it's not enough. The fart rips supreme bouncing a cacophony off the elevator walls before all at once falling to a deafening silence.

Then came his voice, low and relaxed strangling her from behind.

"Alexa, switch my vision to infrared..."

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