Elon Musk. I’d make him tweet the words “9/11 themed porn gifs” then I would turn off the phone and destroy it with a blow torch. I would find a small knife and carve the words “Thunder, Perfect Mind” into my chest.
After that was done, I would drive for several days until I found a Midwestern thunderstorm. I would drive the car into one of those ditches by the side of the road, the ones always overflowing with greenery. I’d leave the engine and the AC on full blast until the battery and the tank were dead. I’d leave my clothing nicely folded in a nearby hollow tree. Then I would wander into a field for several hours with the intent of being struck by lightning. Once I got hit I would leave his body.
