My sympathy to the three ghosts who visit Elon tonight.
@sandofsky Ghost of Christmas past: come we'll go out this window.
Elon: But I'm a mere mortal, I'll fall
Ghost: er, no you'll be um fine. Yeah, I'll make you float and stuff… probably.
@sandofsky
ELONEZER: O Spirit of Christmas Yet to Be, please, spare me more horrors. I beg of you, is there no bright spot in this miserable future in which innocent pedestrians are mowed down by rampaging self-driving electrified auto-mobiles? My children, what of my children, surely they must survive, perhaps even thrive!
[The SPIRIT lifts his torch, lighting a graveyard full of tombstones, each engraved with strings of random Unicode gibberish.]
ELONEZER: Noooooo!