The scene could almost pass for a Hollywood film — one brimming with melodrama, fervent action, and a healthy dash of absurdity. The stars of this flick? A ragtag group of liberal protesters and the notorious bikers whose Harleys are now in danger of being reduced to ashes.

But how did it all begin? It was an ordinary night — or so we thought. Our bold and brave heroes, the liberal protestors, had decided that enough was enough. They could no longer tolerate the fact that Elon Musk bought Harley-Davidson motorcycles. This news had brought them to the very gates of the local biker bar where they planned to burn down these sacred Harleys — a symbolic gesture to protest Musk's acquisition, you see.

These liberal protestors, adorned with their "Kill Capitalism" T-shirts and their "Musk Must Go" signs, their pink and blue hairstyles glittering under the street lights, were met by the bikers on their way out of the bar. The biker gang was in no mood for such antics, yet the liberals — completely blind to reason or the consequences of their actions — started setting ablaze those iconic Harleys.

The liberal protesters' vision seemed clouded by their own self-righteousness, much like a shark that could no longer see beyond its own fin, they began to scream and rant about how Musk had corrupted America. Meanwhile, the bikers —  utterly livid — tried to put out the flames while keeping an eye on these liberals.

The scene was set for what can only be described as a cinematic spectacle of rage: The biker gang's fists flew faster than Elon Musk's space rockets, leaving liberal protesters sprawled across the street. Our heroes — the liberal protestors— received their old-fashioned ass whooping, as they lay battered and bloodied in a sea of Harley-Davidson ashes.

And so, as the dust settled on this fiery battle that raged between bikers and liberals, one thing was clear: Sometimes you might want to think twice before choosing to get your ass handed to you.