The elevator crawled slowly up Trump Tower, its mirrored walls shining nearly as bright as the $DOGE pin on Elon's lapel. Elon glanced sideways, catching Trump's reflection in the polished surface.
"Mr. President," Elon said in a low, playful tone, "your #TRUMP coin looks especially pumped today."
Trump turned dramatically, eyebrow raised:
"That's pure pump, Elon. And you know, pumps are almost as beautiful as my wall."
He leaned closer, pressing Elon gently against the elevator's cold metal surface.
"But do you know what's even better than walls?" Trump whispered, his voice grazing Elon's ear. "Your #Doge tweets. Every single 'Much wow' sends my #TRUMP soaring higher than your Falcon 9."
Musk suppressed a smirk.
"Well, if your coin ever crashes again, I've got some $BONK and $PEPE ready. You know I love those little froggies."
Trump chuckled softly, reaching out casually to fix Elon's tie.
"If DOGE goes up again, you'll get enough from me to buy your precious Twitter back," Trump said with a knowing grin. "We'll make #crypto great again."
The elevator dinged open at the penthouse floor. Musk and Trump exchanged quick glances.
"Continue this discussion on the Moon?" Elon suggested.
