Matt stared up at the stucco ceiling of his parents basement, soaring over it's miniscule peaks and valleys in his mind's eye. "Guys," He proclaimed, struck with a sudden inspiration. "what would you do if Hitler appeared in the middle of the room right now?"
"What?" came a bewildered reply from deep within a nearby beanbag chair,
"'wike...ouf ubb a portal?" came another, with all the articulation that came with a mouthful of Doritos. Matt sat up sharply, eyes wide like a man possessed.
"Yeah, yeah. What if..." He bit his lip and stopped, silently contemplating the magnitude of his own question. "In the center of the room there appeared a rift in the very fabric of the universe, and Adolf Hitler jumped out of it." As Matt trailed off, his friends all sat up in their respective beanbag chairs.
"Well is it actually him?" Kevin wondered.
"Of course it is. Who else would it be?"
"Chawwlie Chapwim?" Offered Bobby, still shoveling Artificially-flavored corn wedges into his face like a squirrel with an eating disorder.
"It's not Charlie Chaplin. It's clearly Hitler. He's very confused, and screaming in German."
"...Well where did he come from?" Kevin asked after a moment's thought.
"What?"
"Where'd he come from?" Repeated Kevin. "Or, when, even?"
"I don't see how it matters."
"Of course it matters, what if this is...World War I Hero Hitler? Or Pre-Art-School Hitler, still full of youth, and hope, and a deep-seated love for Jews?" Bobby suddenly offered, having dropped his Doritos, and along with them, his speech impediment.
Matt stopped and thought about this for a moment. "Well, yeah, of course I would treat him the same. In the end, he turns out to be the most evil man to ever walk the earth."
"Bur
"What?" came a bewildered reply from deep within a nearby beanbag chair,
"'wike...ouf ubb a portal?" came another, with all the articulation that came with a mouthful of Doritos. Matt sat up sharply, eyes wide like a man possessed.
"Yeah, yeah. What if..." He bit his lip and stopped, silently contemplating the magnitude of his own question. "In the center of the room there appeared a rift in the very fabric of the universe, and Adolf Hitler jumped out of it." As Matt trailed off, his friends all sat up in their respective beanbag chairs.
"Well is it actually him?" Kevin wondered.
"Of course it is. Who else would it be?"
"Chawwlie Chapwim?" Offered Bobby, still shoveling Artificially-flavored corn wedges into his face like a squirrel with an eating disorder.
"It's not Charlie Chaplin. It's clearly Hitler. He's very confused, and screaming in German."
"...Well where did he come from?" Kevin asked after a moment's thought.
"What?"
"Where'd he come from?" Repeated Kevin. "Or, when, even?"
"I don't see how it matters."
"Of course it matters, what if this is...World War I Hero Hitler? Or Pre-Art-School Hitler, still full of youth, and hope, and a deep-seated love for Jews?" Bobby suddenly offered, having dropped his Doritos, and along with them, his speech impediment.
Matt stopped and thought about this for a moment. "Well, yeah, of course I would treat him the same. In the end, he turns out to be the most evil man to ever walk the earth."
"Bur
