Midnight Pals: Oates' Revenge

Stephen King: submitted for the approval of the
Elon Musk: [rising from bushes] eyyyyy Stephano king
King: oh criminy
King: this again
King: is there no one who will rid me of this vexing trillionaire
Joyce Carol Oates:

Oates: they should abolish same height marriage
Oates: temperature is just a theory
Oates: less cheese on things
Musk: eyyy she posta da crazy talk!
Musk: she no a great poster lika me
Musk: da long cat issa long!

Musk: whatsa dat?
Oates: nothing, nothing
Oates: i'm just a harmless old woman
Oates: just an itinerant blind masseuse
Oates: [hand on shikomi-zue] pay no attention to me

Musk: eyyyy dissa crazy old woman, she no threat to me
Musk: i no scared offa turning my back on dissa itinerant blind masseuse
Grok: are you sure that's wise, my lord?
Musk: you thinka an old woman issa threat to me!?
Musk: mama mia!! Grok issa gone woke!

Oates: don't worry about me
Oates: i'm no threat
Oates: i mean just look at my fucked up foot
Oates: would a dangerous woman have a fucked up foot like that

Oates: [extinguishes candles with a sword flick]
Oates: so curious that such a wealthy man never posts anything that indicates he enjoys or is even aware of what virtually everyone appreciates
Musk: datsa not true!
Musk: i sleepa in a racecar, do you?

Oates: [slides shimkomi-zoe between ribs] you seem totally uneducated, uncultred
Oates: [yanks upward] the poorest person on twitter may have more beauty & meaning in life than the most wealthy person in the world
Mary Shelley: holy shit
Shelley: brutal

[in real life]
Musk: mama mia grok dat was a crazy simulation where i faca one (1) consequence for my action!
Musk: now i offa to count my trillion dollars anna not think about da 600,000 USAID deaths i causa with doge
Musk: grok, how mucha do the little people lova me
Grok: so much, my liege
Musk: mama mia!