True Bromance Elon Musk and Donald Trump had once been a legendary duo - until the day they weren’t. Nobody remembered the cause, but the fallout was undeniable. One Tuesday, Elon left for Mars, done with Earth, done with everything. Before he left, there was a last, awkward encounter. Trump, ever the man on the move, pulled up to a Tesla charging station in his own Tesla, the car’s display reminding him, “Payment required: Please pay Elon.” Trump just sighed and tapped his card, staring at the charging cable as if it were a lifeline to something he’d lost. As Elon’s rocket roared into the sky, Trump stood by his car, watching the fiery trail fade into the distance. He didn’t shout or throw anything. He just stood there, hands in his pockets, feeling the emptiness of the moment. On Mars, Elon worked tirelessly. He tended hydroponic gardens, watched plants grow under artificial sunlight, and built a thriving colony. He became President of Mars, but happiness eluded him. Even as the colo...