What will it be?

Trump: You are a most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise breaker, the owner of no one good quality.

Musk: Away, you starvelling, you elf skin, you dried neat’s tongue, bull’s pizzle, you stock fish!

Trump: Away, you three inch fool.

Musk: Come, come, you froward and unable worm!

Trump: Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, thou lily liver’d boy.

Musk: Your wit’s as thick as a Tewkesbury mustard.

Trump: You’re pigeon livered and lack gall.

Musk: I am sick when I do look on thee.

Trump: I’d beat thee, but I would infect my hands.

Musk: I scorn you, scurvy companion.

Trump: Methinks thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.

Musk: More of your conversation would infect my brain.

Trump: Aroint thee: go away, rump-fed runion: slut

Musk: Ye fat guts!

Trump: You are the rankest compound of villainous small that ever offended a nostril.

Musk: The tartness of thy face sours ripe grapes.

Trump: I have no more faith in thee than a stewed prune.

Musk: Thine face is not worth sunburning.

Trump: Thou art a boil, a plague sore.

Musk: You are like the toad; ugly and venemous

Trump: Thou art unfit for any place but hell.

Musk: Thou cream faced loon.

Trump: Thou day brained guts, thou knotty pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch!

Musk: Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat!

Trump: Thou elvish-mark’d abortive rooting hog!

Musk: Thou leathern jerkin, crystal button, know pated, agatering puke stocking, caddis garter, smooth tongue, Spanish pouch

Trump: Thou hump of foul deformity.

Musk: Thou poisonous bunch backed toad!

Trump: Thou has no more brain than I have in my elbows.

Musk: Thou subtle, perjur’d false, disloyal man

Trump: Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter.

Musk: Thy tongue outvenoms all the worms of the Nile.

Trump: Would you wert clean enough to spit upon.

Musk: Would thou wouldst burst!

Trump: You poor, base, rascally, cheating lack-linen mate.

Musk: You are as a candle, better burnt out.

Trump: You scullion. You rampallian. You fustilarian!

Musk: O for breath to utter what is like thee! You tailor’s yard, you sheath, you bow case, you vile standing tuck.

Trump: Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyage.

Musk: You breed mites, much like cheese.

Trump: Heaven truly knows you are false as hell.

Musk: Out of my site, you dost infect mine eyes.

Thanks to William S, who only needed slight editing, and to Kurt Vonnegut for my final words today.

And so it goes.