Elon Musk had been living with his wife Grimes in their apartment in Goldenrod City of the Hoenn region for seven years when the housekeeper one day asked while folding laundry "Who are the wigs for?"

"The wigs?" Grimes said. She was in the bedroom trying on one of her multitudes of black dresses.

"The wigs you people keep ordering."

"They're for Erik."

"Who's Erik?"

"You've been feeding him for seven years and you still don't know his name? Erik's the pidgeotto."

The housekeeper stopped what she was doing. She started yelling. "How dare you people accuse me of not knowing the name of my beloved pidgeotto father? It is in his lap I fall asleep every night. It is he who raised me. I call him by his true name, in the pidgeotto language, that you people could never understand."

The housekeeper grabbed one of Elon's computer keyboards, which he had haphazardly left on a kitchen chair, and walked into the bedroom. Grimes was too enamored with her own reflection to duck when the housekeeper began beating her with the keyboard.

"What's wrong with you?!" Grimes screamed.

When Elon saw this he knew he needed to get out of there. "Someone's going to accuse me of spousal abuse if they see Grimes' bruises!"

He beelined to the elevator.

"You're not getting away that easy!" the housekeeper yelled.

Grimes at this point was lying unconscious in a puddle of blood.

The housekeeper chased Elon to the elevator directly outside of the apartment door, but Elon had already slammed his hand on the Doors Close button. There was zero possibility that she could fit her body through the narrow crack between the closing doors. So she made for the stairs.

Despite Elon and Grimes living on the 30th floor of their apartment building, the rage that filled the housekeeper allowed her to spring down the steps and exit the ground floor stairwell at the precise moment Elon stepped out of the elevator.

The stress Elon experienced seeing the housekeeper run towards him was enough to cause him to age 40 years in half a second. By the time the housekeeper tackled him Elon was already a hideous and wrinkly old man.

"If I bite through your neck and you die here in my clutches instead of on the surface of your dream home Mars you'll have let down billions of humans AND pokémon!" the housekeeper said, holding Elon's body down against the filthy germ infested apartment lobby carpet.

He imagined the housekeeper's sharp teeth ripping apart his jugular. Tears streamed down his face. "If only it could be Grimes' teeth," he said.

Suddenly he felt a nudge against his ribs. He was lying face up on top of his imitation Persian mattress.

"What's that about my teeth?" his beloved wife Grimes said. She was lying next to him, smiling.

"Oh, nothing. It was just a dream. What time is it, anyways?"

"It's only 3:30."

"I guess that means I should get back to bed," Elon said. "I sure do have a busy day tomorrow. Those rockets aren't going to build themselves, if you know what I mean!"

"I know exactly what you mean," Grimes said with a wink.

"I love you," Elon said.

"I love you too."

Then Elon closed his eyes and fell back to sleep.