NEWS ANCHOR (V.O.): Elon Musk is facing backlash today after appearing to give what many interpreted as a Nazi salute at the Republican National Convention

LARRY: That’s it. That’s the final straw. I can’t be associated with this guy anymore.

LEON: You just now figuring this out? The man named his kid after a Wi-Fi password. You chose this.

LARRY: It was sleek! It was quiet! And the doors went like this (mimes gullwing door opening, which looks vaguely like a salute) Oh no. Oh my god. That looks like a salute too!

LEON: Yup. You’re rolling around town in a Nazi spaceship.

LARRY: People are looking at me like I gave the salute! I parked outside Gelson’s, gave a wave to the parking guy—boom! Dirty looks. One woman actually spit on the ground!

LEON: You got Nazi residue on you, Larry. Elon rubbed off.

LARRY: I’ve got Musk stink!

LEON: Nobody wants a used Tesla right now. It’s like trying to sell a timeshare in hell.

CUT TO: LARRY IN HIS DRIVEWAY WITH A POTENTIAL BUYER

BUYER: So… this is a Tesla? From that guy?

LARRY: Yes, but I’m not him. I didn’t salute anything. I didn’t build flamethrowers or launch weird satellites. I just liked the cupholders!

BUYER: Nah, man. I can’t be seen in a Musk Mobile. People already think I’m in a militia.

LARRY: I use the turn signals! Like a normal person!

BUYER: Too late. You got the Nazi aura now.

He walks away. LARRY sighs deeply.

CUT TO: LARRY AND LEON OUTSIDE, NEXT TO THE TESLA

LARRY: I can’t sell it. Nobody wants Elon’s Hitler wagon.

LEON: You know what? I’ll take it.

LARRY: Really?

LEON: Hell yeah. I’m bulletproof. I could drive around in a Confederate flag go-kart and people would just think it’s ironic.

LARRY: You sure? It’s not just the car. It’s… everything. The algorithms, the tweets, the weird techno music that comes on when you open the door.

LEON: That’s fine. I’ll scrub the Elon out of it. Get in there with some sage, maybe a little Febreze.

LARRY: Well… if anyone can de-Nazi a Tesla, it’s you.

LEON: Damn right. Now hand me them keys, mein freund.

LARRY: Okay, that’s not helping.

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Leon: Lar, I can't drive this piece of shit anymore. Look at that(pointing to side of car). Somebody wrote "nazi nigger" on it. I don't mind being called a nazi or a nigger, but who the fuck every heard of a nazi nigger? It's a damned oxymoron. It's like saying honest jew. Ain't so such thing.

Larry: Yeah, well, your check bounced anyway, so I'm going to repo it.

Jeff walks in.

Jeff: Hey, Larry, word's out at the club that your nazi footlocker you sold to Leon got vandalized.

Larry: Yeah, well, what can I say. If people knew we were a jew and a nigger they would have given us a pass. We're all liberals around here.

Jeff: Look, Larry, I got an idea. You know your friend Michael the blind guy that you tried to fix up with the chick in the burka except the burka came off and you both found out she was ugly and he didn't want to be seen with her?

Larry: Yeah, what about him?

Jeff: Sell the Tesla to him. He's blind. Tell him it's a Cadillac. It's got that self driving feature, man, it's the perfect car for a blind guy. He won't even be able to see the nazi nigger thing on the side.

Larry: Well, to be fair it also says, "dirty jew Traitor" on the other side.

Jeff: OK, so it's fair and balanced.

Leon: Yeah, Lar, call that blind motherfucker and let's get this piece of shit out of yo driveway before somebody burns an Elon dummy in the yard.

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LARRY: It has all these features, but I don't know how to use any of them.

JEFF: Doesn't it connect to your phone?

LARRY: Yeah, I think you use the phone to turn it on or something. Or maybe it's the key.

JEFF: You have no idea what you're doing, do you?

LARRY: No, I don't.

JEFF: And you just bought this thing because Leon said they were cool.

LARRY: Yeah, but the guy down at Tesla said it was the greatest truck ever, or the most advanced, I don't know.

JEFF: You blew eighty grand on this thing and can't even turn it on?

LARRY: Well, I'm going to learn.

SUSIE: So this is the new truck?

LARRY: Yes it is, yes it is.

SUSIE: It looks uncomfortable, how do you even open the door?

JEFF: That's what we were just talking about.

LARRY: I think you have to send a text message and the door opens. Here, let me look it up.

SUSIE: Jeff, we don't have time for this. We have to get to Sammy's dinner.

JEFF: Okay, gotta go.

LARRY: Fine, see you later.

[LARRY is driving alone when an alarm sounds on the Cybertruck's display]

LARRY: Alarm? What is this?

[A malfunctioning battery has ignited and is quickly filling the cabin with smoke, but Larry can't open the driver's side door]

LARRY: Oh my God! Holy shit! Get me out of this fucking thing! Help! Help!

[Curb theme plays as the Cybertruck erupts in flames]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5702244&forum_id=2\u0026show=today#49341002)