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Trillionaire Dog strutted into the Crypto Gala wearing a diamond-encrusted jacket worth more than the moon. In one paw, a champagne flute; in the other, a “Sell” button glowing ominously. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he barked suavely, “Shall I crash the market… or pump it to Mars?” Chaos erupted. Billionaires begged, trillionaires fainted, and one guy offered his yacht. With a sly grin, Trillionaire Dog pressed… nothing. “Just kidding, peasants. Keep hodling.” The crowd sighed in relief while the dog did a moonwalk out of the gala.