From their convo, obviously.

“Jean Baptiste, Emmanuel, Musk”

Just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

8 chuggas followed by a toot-toot.

Bonus points if you’re recounting a Vietnam war story about your buddy getting his legs blown off by Charlie. (Movie is Major Payne)

Y’all sleeping on Glockadile. He will see you in a while, and when he does I’d rather he be a friendly.

I’m out of the loop on what this is. Somebody, tell me once.

Sounds like we should be using Waymo way less.

Nah. More like a mechanic’s candy cane. A M’Candy Cane, if you will.

Schrödinger’s versioning: you don’t know if it’s stable or not until you observe something breaking.