Good day, Mr. President.
I SAID GOOD DAY!
Most righteously,
Elong Musket
Steamy Tech Baron,
First of His Name,
Destroyer of Algorithms,
Lover of Mars,
Owner of X (the social media formerly known as subtlety)
So consider this your notice: You, sir, are hereby uninvited from my orbital hot tub party, indefinitely. And unless you resign, recede, or spontaneously self-launch into the upper stratosphere, I shall continue to mock you from the safety of my Art Deco command center.
Forever in the shadows,
Eternally yours in toast and turmoil,
Elong Musket
CEO, Lover, Fugitive of Flavor
P.S. I still have your crumb-catcher. I sniff it nightly. Tell no one.