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elongated muskrat had woken up won day, extreemly unsatisfied with his life. 'im board.' he said. he didnt no what two do. thats when he had a idea! he remebered watching tv won day, watching as his good totally platonic freind jeff had sent a rocket into space! elon likes space stuff! but that isnt what the focus was, no, it waz the rocket! just the shape of it gave elon a fuzzy feeling inside. he didnt no what it was about shape of the rocket, but he couldnt just ignor the tingly feeling he got when he thought about it. ‘i just have to have it!’ he thought.
so elon decided to find the rocket. he new that something bad happened to the rocket. it crashed or malfunctioned or something, the mere thought of such thing happening to it makes his heart drop and his body go cold. butt thats why elon must find it! he will save the rocket from his good platonic freindly freind named jeff and then, with his supper smart skillz and knowledge, he will fix it back up and use for his own personal pleasure. thats not to say he will be using it for pleasure pleasure, of corse not, no no no, totally not. not even a little. (maybe a little?). no not a little. (a lot). NO. elon is a prideful and normal person, just like his good platonic pleasurable freindly freind jeff. elon has many wifes and girlfreinds and that must mean he is great and normal and likable. none of his wifes or girlfreinds r hear anymore and his children dont like him, butt they are acceptions! everyone lieks him! he has many freinds on his social media site twit so he is very likable.
so elon went to steal save the broken rocket. he went into the sciency rocket factory wear the rocket is kept. he didnt have permission to be their, butt since he is a billionare he can do anything he wants. the police cant stop him, hes rich! so he wandered around the factory until he eventually found it. it was even more beutiful in person. elons body shivered at the sight. a gasp of breath escaped him. he heart started beeting faster. elon could feel drool dripping down the side of his face as he stared. the shape. the glory. all of the potential pleasure that peice of engineering could give him. elon stared up and down at it. he couldnt wait to bring it home with him. so he made a call on his phone, payed a non-disclosed amount of money, and got a bunch of other people to steal it for him. but elon maed sure to watch everything happen. someone has too manage and direct them after all.
ones the peeple he payd had gotten his rocket back to his mansion he exitedly prepared for the rest of his evening. he lit candles, put on his super cool spotify playlist that he had reserved for his private time with his good platonic pleasurable handsom freindly freind jeff, and waited until sunset so he could watch the pink light shine upon his new rocket toy, giving it a even more attractive hue. their was something about the pink coulor and the shape of the rocket that made elon shiver and go all tingly.
he walked up too the rocket. but not tuching it, no, not yet. he looked up at the figure in front of him. biting his lip. he gripped his pants as he felt it grow tite against him. elon squirmed. he waz ready. he was weighting all day for this. for this won moment. he took a step forward and placed his hand against base of the rocket. ‘a-aah!’ the feeling was euphoric. he could feel so many sensations going threw him. he couldnt help himself, he immidiatly placed both his hands on teh rocket, gripping onto it as he thrusted against it. he moaned loudly. he couldnt just stop. with each thrust he got more and more wet. grinding against the shimmering metal proved to be even more pleasurable. he looks up at the rocket. the tip looks so good in the light of the sunset. he has to get up their to touch it. to feel it. he climbs up the side of the rocket, making sure to thrust with every pull from his arms as he climbs. he eventually reaches the top. he runs his hands along it. feeling every bump gliding across his fingers. he sits in the middle and thrusts downwards. bouncing up and down on top of the rocket. his pleasured moans escape from his mouth. his breathing gets rapid and uneven. his heart beating faster and faster. elon has had enough of his clothes getting in the way, so he takes all of it off. the rough clothes rubbing against his sensitive skin makes him shudder.
now with his clothes out of the wasy, he can have uninterupted pleasure with his rocket. rubbing his whole body against it, bouncing on head of the rocket. his moans grow louder. louder. louder. he was than screaming at the top of his lungs! butt this time it wasnt from pleasure. his screams were caused by the burning pain he felt as bullets shot threw his body from the helicoper abouve him. when did that get their? he was too distracted from being pleasured by his new rocket that he hadnt noticed the extreemly loud noise. why were they shooting him? everyone liked him! butt then, he saw.
the door of the helicoper opened up and standing their was non other than his good platonic pleasurable rugged handsom freindly freind jeff! ‘HOW COULD YOU?” jeff said. ‘i-i-i-i can explain!’ he said. ‘i thought i could trust you!’ he said ‘you-you-you can!’ he said. ‘no i cant! you betrayed me in the worst way possible!’ he said ‘i didnt mean to hurt you!’ he said ‘butt you did!’ he said. ‘im sorry!’ he said. ’i put so much trust and faith into you that you would keep youre promise but you broke it!’ he said ‘i know, it is a terrible thing i have done, butt im a better man now, ive changed!’ he said ‘how could you have changed it litterally just happened!’ he said ‘it was forever ago!’ he said ‘it wasnt forever ago to me!’ he said. ‘i-i-i didnt want to hurt you, but i-i-i just couldnt help myself.’ he said. ‘ of course you couldnt, you never can!’ he said ‘i no what i did was bad, butt was it reelly that bad?’ he said. ‘yes! yes it was bad! it was supposed to be specil! it was supposed to be for us!’ he said ‘i-i know, butt-‘ he said. ‘no butts! that spotify playlist was for just the too of us! noone else! butt then hear i find you, playing our playlist to someone else! how could you do this to me!?!’ he said ‘i promise this is a won time thing it wont happen again!’ he said. than, with a tier in his eyes, jeff looked at him from his helicopter, ‘i know its not going to happen again’ he said, taking a gun and aiming it at elon.
elon starred back at him. fear freesing him in place. was he really going to die like this? no. no! he wont! he wont die like this! deaths like these dont happen to people like him! elon is smart! so much smarterer than jeff! he will use his smartness and his intelligentness and his coolness to escape his death! yes! elon youve done it again! your incredible! your so so so super duper smart and every one likes you, of course you arent going to die like this! he will cum up with a plan! just like his super smart inventions that he totally made all by himself! elon looks around him for clues on how to escape. scanning his surroundings he looks. scanning. scanning. scanning. hes got it! he knows just what too do! with adrenalin flowing threw his vains and a new spark of life in his eyes, he takes a step forward. the first thing he has to do is-BANG!
then everything went black.