When the sun sets, and the California coast is bathed in the warm glow of twilight, Elong transforms. Gone is the swagger, replaced by a quiet insecurity that gnaws at him like a hungry Doge. He sheds his power suit for a silk pajama set adorned with tiny rockets that ironically fail to take off. This is the moment Elong Tusk becomes... well, let's just say "Elong Less-Than-Tusk." He's plagued by self-doubt, haunted by internet memes mocking his every move, and burdened by a secret that would shatter his carefully crafted image: his "Tiny Tusk" is, let's just say, less than impressive.