"How's the catgirls thing going?"

Can I ask the question with my ass? I would rip the loudest, wettest, stankiest fart and then blame it on him.

Lol you think his 24 bodyguards will let you near him?

Elon, if you developed a really ferocious strain of ass-cancer, do you think it would affect your entire body?

Your face looks weird. Have you had surgery?

I keep a Ka-Bar on my desk at all times, it doent take that long to bleed out when the artery in the kneck in severed.

What's a stab wound feel like?

Remember when most people who had heard of you liked you? Wouldn’t a genius be able to keep that good image?

Move my seat behind him and flick paper footballs at the back of his head.

It depends. Am I armed?

You do realize, until you get help, you're always going to hate yourself; you'll never be happy. Right?

Does this rag smell like bromine to you?

"Hey, man, like what the fuck? Actually tho."

I'd ask for his wife's number

Lean over and whisper in his ear, "everyone hates you."

Something that would just..utterly fuck his brain for a while. If there was something that would motivate him into an Ebenezer scrooge character arc, I'd be so down.

If I had stealth techniques available to me, i would consider it.

"How was it servicing trump?"

Nothing, because that's not elon and he wouldn't answer