He is sitting in his office, staring at the screen. The light of the sun has never entered this domain, his sanctum. A mancave some call it, this was more than that. It was where his battlestation resided, where his most important work was accomplished. Oh the Woke Mob cried about him, that he "Doesnt work" and that he's a "Parasite", but he knew better, he softly chuckled to himself as the adderall started to work. Moving with a languid speed, he twirled his DXracer Gaming Chair around once, twice, three times before he entered the password "ElonMust6969" and logged onto X - The Everything App.

Ah there was a single notification in the upper screen demanding his invaluable time. Hm, what's this.... Chelsea? what. WHAT???