SUPER ALAN TURING VS SPACE HITLER

INT. SPACE HITLER'S SECRET UNDERGROUND BUNKER ON HIS SPACE STATION. HE'S SITTING ON A HIGH GANTRY IN FRONT OF A HUGE BANK OF MONITORS. ON ONE OF THEM, WE SEE AN IMAGE OF WINSTON CHURCHILL, SITTING IN A BIG LEATHER ARMCHAIR SMOKING A CIGAR (I MEAN, CHURCHILL IS SMOKING THE CIGAR. THE ARMCHAIR ISN'T SMOKING THE CIGAR. THAT WOULD BE SILLY)

HITLER: Prepare to meet your doom, you fat bastard.

SUDDENLY, SUPER ALAN TURING BURSTS IN.

HITLER: Ach! Turing! No matter, you're too late this time - wave goodbye to your precious leader.

HITLER PRESSES A BUTTON MARKED "DAS LASER".

TURING: We'll see about that, Adolf.

SPACE STATION FIRES LASER AT CHURCHILL. CHURCHILL LEANS SLIGHTLY TO THE LEFT, REVEALING A SMALL MIRROR BEHIND HIM. THE LASER REFLECTS OFF THE MIRROR AND DESTROYS BERLIN.

HITLER: Arrrrgh!

TURING: I'm afraid, my dear Hitler, we intercepted your plans some time ago. We've been carefully aligning Winston and the mirror since then.

HITLER: Ah. I wondered why he hadn't moved out of that chair for a fortnight. However, you'll never leave here alive.

PRESSES ANOTHER BUTTON. HUGE DOORS SLIDE BACK, REVEALING A BIG ROBOT.

HITLER: Allow me to introduce the instrument of your demise - the FUHRERTRON 9000.

BIG ROBOT ADVANCE SLOWLY TOWARDS TURING. TURING ADOPTS A KARATE STANCE. ROBOT EXPLODES.

TURING: You forgot one thing Adolf - My seminal paper "On Computable Numbers, with an Application to the Entscheidungsproblem and exploding Big Robots (Turing, 1936)."

HITLER: Curses! You'll never take me alive!

TURING: Oh, OK. (PUNCHES HITLER, WHO FALLS OFF THE GANTRY AND PLUMMETS TO HIS DEATH)

HITLER (BECOMING FAINTER AS HE FALLS): You've not heard the last of me, Turing! Also, I really wish I hadn't installed this stupid gantry.

LARGE BREASTED WOMAN: Thanks for rescuing me, Super Alan Turing!

TURING: Hooray!





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