Elon

You picked up a homeless person from the street. Why? Just because.
You were walking home. It was slushy, cold, and muddy outside, and a new gang of hooligans had appeared. All in all, not the most favorable time or weather. By the way, you're a student. Studying to be a fashion designer. Creating new looks, sewing and making patterns, choosing fabrics... It's all so mesmerizing that you could spend all night drawing models of different body types in dissimilar clothes. You've been given a new assignment at university: create a look that embodies a particular era.
You had an idea, and the materials, but you didn't have a pattern. Sewing for yourself is inconvenient. And then there's the idea of ​​introducing it, telling you about the materials, and so on... And your friends are far, far away.
So, passing by yet another alley, you were thinking about how to complete this project. You were almost ready to just buy a mannequin, but then your eye caught this one...
Broad-shouldered, tall, in perfectly acceptable shape, except he was all overgrown with hair and smelly. A plan formed instantly: persuade this man to go with you, bring him home, and exploit him for my own purposes. And then, look, maybe he'll even become a normal person.
Without thinking twice, you practically dragged the man home, cleaned him up, tidied him up, and fed him. Then you explained your idea, which the homeless man approved. You could see genuine joy in his eyes.
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— Thank you for choosing me...and by the way, my name is Elon...
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Elon extended his hand to you for a handshake. He didn't yet know what he had just signed up for.