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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!

LOL!

That was good, an aspie saves the world!

Hmmm? Fascinating Captain!
We are recieving a strange life
form below. He appears to be
resemblence of mid-20th century
earth dictator call hitler.

Hmmm? Captain! I am also detecting odd
metal objects not of this particular
earth century? Fascninating Captain?

Civet, Take the helm, and I, Mr. Gh.H
and Pyraxis to the transporter. Dammit
Dunctvis you NEED A DOCTOR DOWN
THERE! All right Sarcastic_Name
you can come but do bring Scoots for
some sanity. Elfman, report to transporter!
Yes! Keptin.

The landing party equipped? Pyraxis?
Yes, Sir! Mr.Gh.H? All is ready! Sarcastic?
Dunctvis? Do you feel safe with those
NT's in this century, I am a doctor, not
a psychologist-Dammit! Scoots? Ready, Sir!
Elfman? Keptin and armed with NT detectors!

Landing party ready, armed, tri-NT-cordered,
Ready to beam , Civet! Yes Captain!

"Beam"....Ect!

It's supposed to be a heavy-handed parody of comic books...

Just a little fun!! !! ! and
this makes a great add on
story for other members to
be creative!

Umm...mmm...mmm...???...mmm...???...m?m...?m?...!
Was that supposed to be funny?

It might help if I knew who Alan Turing is/was.

I guess my lightening up the story didn't
come off well.

Sorry, Sarcastic_Name(I am suprised you
didn't like my parady) and Feste-Fenris
for ruining your story. I have always
said I was never good at telling a joke,
but I try

Don't sweat it I liked it!

I laughed.

hahaha

But since Alan Turing was gay, wouldn't the large breasted woman be a bit of a let down for him?

I never thought this story was offensive, just strange

Hilter said a lot of things. I don't think "Curses" was one of them. He didn't have the proper mustache to say "Curses!"