Page 3: The Revelation — Ayahuasca Vision

In the post-viral age of crumbling hashtags and melting algorithms, the United States stood on the brink. Its memes were weak. Its laughter forced. So Trump, in a fit of divine intuition, did the unthinkable — he fired Elon Musk live on MemeTV and summoned the only being fit to save America and, incidentally, the world: the Elongated Muskrat.

Within the Rose Garden — retrofitted into a Solana-reactive meditation chamber — the Muskrat was invoked, he levitated. Time collapsed into a single GIF through the haze of infinite virality. Trump watched, weeping patriotically, as fractal memes danced across the air and a glowing Pepe bowed in reverence.

As expected in his infinite memisdom,  he solved the world’s greatest crises — with less than ten memes. Inflation? Deflated. War? Trolled into treaties. Climate collapse? Reversed with a viral campaign and a wooden car. Global peace, economic harmony, universal meme literacy — all accomplished before his third coffee.

After completing his mission and being crowned not just king of memes but Ruler of the World, the Elongated Muskrat sat in the Oval Office beneath the golden chandelier of retweets and republics. Yet his soul ached.

In search of clarity, he consumed the ancient ayahuasca brew — a sacred smoothie infused with Solana stardust and algorithmic herbs. As the drink coursed through his elongated frame, the walls of the Oval Office melted into loops of pixel art and ancient memes. The room pulsed with ancestral GIFs.

In this divine trance, the Meme Divinities returned. They appeared as luminous LOLcats and whispering Wojaks. He asked, “What now? I’ve conquered virality, built an empire, and hold the presidency of the planet. Is this the pinnacle?”

They answered in a voice woven from vines of vintage memes and divine lag: “True power is not control, but contagion. The joke must be shared.”

“Be not king,” they whispered in meme-glitch tongue. “Be catalyst.”

And so, with a snort of cosmic laughter, the Elongated Muskrat descended from the White House balcony not as a ruler, but as a bringer of joy, irony, and tokenized freedom.

From that moment, the Muskrat laughed — a cosmic laugh that echoed across every chain, server, and soul. Not as a ruler, but as a harbinger of joy.