Now it's time. I think you know what? I think I want to talk about the cyber truck owner.

Please. I'll save the Antichrist stuff for another day. So this is an article in Wired by Zoe Schiffer.

Spit on, sworn at and undeterred. What it's like to own a cyber truck. Unbent, unbroken, and unbound.

Unbent, unbroken, and burnt, quite badly burnt.

The thing is, the way things are heading, if somebody gives you the thumbs down as you're

driving your cyber truck, you are now a US citizen and the US armed forces will be

deployed to your location to protect you.

Yeah, you have American consular protections abroad.

They've built the Star Wars satellite system just to send a titanium

rod down on anyone who looks askance at a cyber truck. So this is a series of interviews with people.

What is the craziest interaction you've had with someone driving this car? Answer. A while back,

I went into Whole Foods to drop off an Amazon package. I

usually wear work boots because I do construction. So I go in and of course, a lady with an electric

Mustang comes and puts this note on my car. It reads, damn, this lady is mocking you already.

It sounds like, first of all. The note reads, this truck is an extension of your small penis.

Yeah, go off. She doesn't know these cars record 24-7, so I actually was able to find her after she left. Why? What the fuck is wrong with you? Just take that in stride, you fuck freak. Well, hold on. Hold on here. I was able to find her. It's like, oh, I just, the thing is, she didn't know that my car actually has a built-in

stalker mode that means that if anyone within 50 feet of it frowns, you get their social security number.

So this, but this is when, this is when this guy who is an undercover just like either Facebook or like verified Twitter

replyer or whatever puts up his index middle

and ring finger to order three drinks

instead of his thumb index and middle finger

because he says

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