Well, Hitler, I made it despite your directions. Ah. Heinrich Himmler. Welcome. I hope you’re prepared for an unforgettable luncheon. Yeah. ACH NIEN! Mien roast is ruined. But what if I were to commit cannibalism from the camps and disguise it as my own cooking? Delightfully devilish, Hitler. Ah Adolf with his crazy explanations. Heinrich Himmler’s gonna need his medication. When he hears Adolf’s lame exaggerations. There’ll be trouble in town tonight. HITLER! Heinrich, I was just uh, just shaving my stache on the windowsill. Hair trimming. Care to join me? Why are there screams coming out of your oven, Hitler? Uh Oh. Those aren’t screams. It’s gas. Gas from the gassed booze we’re having. Prost. Gassed booze. Whew. Heinrich, I hope you’re ready for mouthwatering schnitzel. I thought we were having gassed booze. D’oh, no. I said gassed jews. That’s what I call schnitzel. You call schnitzel gassed jews? Yes. It’s a regional dialect. Uh-huh. Uh, what region? Uh, the Nazi Empire. Really. Well, I’m from Munich, and I’ve never heard anyone use the phrase “gassed jews.” Oh, not in Munich. No. It’s an Austrian expression. I see. You know, these schnitzel are quite similar to the corpses you have in the camps. Oh, no. This is Adolf Schnitzel. Old family recipe. For gassed jews. Yes. Yes. And you call them gassed jews despite the fact that they are obviously shot. Ye You know, the one thing I should… Excuse me for one second. Of course. Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I’m all Reich. Yes. I should be… OH MEIN GOTT! What is happening in there? The invasion of Poland. Uh. The invasion of Poland at this time of year, at this time of day, not even within Poland, localized entirely within your kitchen? Yes. May I see it? No. Hitler! The house is on fire! No, Mother. You’re just the inferior race. Well, Hitler, you are an odd fellow but I must say you gas a good jew. HILFE. HILFE.