"Arrr! One scallywag meets Davy Jones as a Cybertruck goes boom by the Trump tavern in Las Vegas!"
2025-01-01
Avast, me hearties! Seven scallywags be nursing their wounds, the landlubbers claim. But lo! Captain Musk be swearin’ that his contraption be runnin’ smoother than a siren’s song! Aye, the seas be rough, but the ship be sturdy!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer I've a tale of woe from the high seas o' the landlubber world! It be said that seven scallywags found themselves in a bit o' a pickle, havin’ been injured in a ruckus that would make even the fiercest buccaneer raise an eyebrow!Now, cast yer eyes upon the great captain o' technology, one Elon Musk, a land pirate with a ship of steel flyin' through the skies! He declares, with a voice as smooth as a siren’s song, that his contraption be functioning proper-like. Aye, he be swearin’ it be as fit as a fiddle, but the injuries tell a different tale, don’t they?
Ye see, this be the conundrum: how can a vessel glide through the air and leave behind a trail of unfortunate souls? It be like sayin’ a cursed treasure be untouched while the crew be knockin’ each other over the head! What a ruckus it must’ve been, perhaps a dance gone awry or a game of grab the gold turned disastrous!
So, me mateys, as we sip on our grog and cackle at the misfortunes of others, let us remember: not all that flies is safe, and sometimes even the finest ships can leave a wake of chaos. Arrr!