Part 1,Back to the past
Let me first introduce myself as Morgan, I am Zarbon's sorceress girlfriend, the mother of his one year old son ZJ, and the one who bought him to life when I was just a fifteen year old. An event occurred in my life and Zarbon's that would forever change our relationship. I am the one that is narrating this passage, from my point of view.
It all started on a quiet afternoon, I was at Bulma 2's house, for those of you that do not know the planet we live on its known to the aliens as Planet Earth 2, the one that Goku and his friends live on is a different planet Earth.
Anyways, the original Bulma sent a clone of her to find some materials that she could use for her experiments, she found Zarbon and I and a new home. We became friends, and she even started working as a nuclear physicist.
One day, invited Zarbon and I over to her house to test her new time machine out, she got the instructions from the original Bulma. ZJ was at my mom's house, and Zarbon and I were board, Zarbon needed a break from studying hard at law school, while I had a hard day in the classroom, did I mention that I was a history teacher?
Anyways, Bulma 2 decided it was time to test it out, "So where do you both want to go?" she asked.
God was there an event in history that was not dangerous? That made it even harder to decide and pick, but it sounded like fun to me, "Zarbon do you care if I choose the place?" I asked.
"Not at all," Zarbon said.
"How about World War 2?" I said.
"Sounds swell to me, I'll go with you, after all I don't want you to get yourself killed out there!" Zarbon said.
"Ok it's almost ready, what year?" asked Bulma 2.
"1939!" I said.
"Good choice, be careful and try not to change the past too much!" Bulma 2 said. Zarbon and I stepped into the time machine and Bulma 2 pressed a bunch of buttons, before you knew it we transported back in time.
It was successful and quicker than I thought, we made it! It was the year 1939 in August. We were in a cold grassy area the moment we stepped out of the time machine, that same moment I froze my butt off. Something did not seem right in the atmosphere, "Where are we?" Zarbon asked.
"Is this Germany?" I asked. All the sudden we heard gunshots and we turned around and saw what appeared to be six men dressed up in Soviet Uniforms with guns in their hands. They just shot and killed at least ten people, I wondered if Zarbon and I were next.
"Are we in the middle of a battlefield?" I asked Zarbon.
"I don't think so; we're in the middle of an execution!" Zarbon said.
Next moment we heard a man shout in Russian, but the funny thing was that his accent could not have been Russian, we turned around and saw a man sitting down on a small stone thrown, he was smoking a cigarette.
He was dressed up like the others, except that he didn't look very white to me, in fact he looked like he was Middle Eastern, that dark skin of his, those slightly oriental shaped yellowish colored eyes, that hooked nose and thick black grayish hair under his Soviet cap. Was he from Afghanistan, Israel, no wait maybe he was Persian?
"Oh no we're in the Soviet Union! If I'm not mistaken that must be Stalin!" Zarbon said with a pissed off look on his face.
No it could not be, I would not believe it, he was more Mesopotamian looking in person then I imagined, and if that was not bad enough, then I thought he was somewhat cute, I had a weakness for Middle Eastern looking men.
Now I knew there was no such thing as love at first site, but it is as if he had a halo around his head, ok it was more complicated than that. When I looked at him, I could see the missing part of my soul, it was the strangest feeling I felt since I realized that Zarbon and I met.
I started to giggle, Zarbon turned to me, "What's so funny?" he asked.
"I wonder what Stalin would look like with his shirt off, really hairy I guess." I said laughing like a naïve schoolgirl.
"Morgan he's evil! How dare you think of such fantasies!" Zarbon said.
"Hey a girl can dream can't she?" I asked, I did not care what Zarbon thought, I then thought, "What if I should test to see if he knew English or not, or perhaps if one of his men knew English instead."
"Morgan let's step back into the time machine right now, very slowly…" Before Zarbon could finish what he was saying, I interrupted.
"I bet he can't speak English, how much do you want to bet?" I asked.
"Be careful Morgan don't do anything stupid!" Zarbon said.
"Watch this! Hey Stalin why don't you take your uniform off and show me how sexy you are!" I laughed my butt off, God that was a horrible joke I made, Zarbon slapped his hand on his head.
Just then, one of Stalin's men whispered into his ear and then Stalin frowned at me and said, "Hello." It was an angel-like voice, not horribly deep as I imagined, but he said it in English.
"Hello!" I said, and then I screamed, "You speak English sir?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm not fluent but I know a lot to get by! No I wouldn't take my shirt off for you even if I was the last man on earth!" he yelled back.
"Don't you mean if I was the last woman on Earth?" I asked confused by his statement.
Zarbon turned to face me and glared, "Smooth move Morgan!" he said.
"I guess I was wrong?" I asked.
"What are you capitalists doing on my land?" Stalin asked.
"Let me do the talking Morgan. You see sir, we're from the future and we took a time machine here and somehow ended up here, we're so sorry." Zarbon said calmly.
I walked up to Stalin, I had a score to settle with him, "Look Stalin we know who you are and what you did, and we're not very thrilled with you! I would also like to know if you think I'm attractive, I mean did you actually get a good look at me?" I asked.
He examined me better, he looked into my eyes as if I was a long lost love or friend, he then laughed, "Yes you actually are a very beautiful young woman." He said.
"Thank you." I said.
"I wouldn't take that as a complement Morgan!" Zarbon said.
"Ew, Zarbon on second thought lets back into the time machine!" I then ran over to Zarbon for protection.
"Any last words before I have you both arrested?" asked Stalin.
"Yah kiss me sweet cakes!" I yelled, I blew him a kiss and hit my butt.
"Arrest them and take them to the dungeon!" he yelled in Russian.
A NKGB guy knocked Zarbon out from behind and Zarbon fell to the ground unconscious, "Oh no Zarbon!" I yelled. Before I knew it, I was out cold too.
A few hours later, we woke up in the dungeon chained to a wall, "Where am I?" I asked.
"We're in a dungeon thanks to you, no offence Morgan but I can't believe how stupid you acted back there!" Zarbon said breaking loose from his chains.
"Break me loose too!" I said. Zarbon then yanked me from the chains.
"Come on let's get out of here and find that time machine!" he said taking me by the hand.
"No so fast!" We looked, it was Stalin hiding among the shadows, then he walked a little into the light, he was only 5'4 whereas I was 5'2, only two inches taller than I was.
"Oh shit, it's Stalin!" I yelled.
He got out an English dictionary and looked for a phrase he could use with us, why did this dork not get an interpreter instead? "Just call me Joseph." He said.
"Or should I say Iosif Vissarionvich Dzhugashvili, or however your name is pronounced!" I yelled.
"You're not as stupid as I thought, smart girl. Yes, that is my real name, but I changed it! Call me Stalin young lady." He said.
"Why didn't you kill us yet?" Zarbon asked.
"Good question blue human." Stalin said figuring that maybe somehow the human gene pool changed in the future.
"I'm from outer space!" Zarbon said.
"Whatever, anyways I've spared your lives for an important reason," Stalin said, but before he could finish I rudely interrupted.
"To have an orgy with us?" I asked, Zarbon blushed furiously.
"No you, I need personal slaves, plus I have something of yours." Stalin said smiling.
"The time machine!" Zarbon said.
"Yes very good, I'll let you go back if you stay faithful enough to me!" Stalin said.
"I don't trust you one bit!" I said.
"Neither do I!" Zarbon said.
"I'm not scared of you Stalin!" I said.
"I am!" Zarbon said shaking.
"Why you Zarbon?" I asked.
"He reminds me of Freezer!" Zarbon said.
"Oh Christ Zarbon, Freezer is way more evil than him! So quit comparing him to other dictators!" I said.
"Silence! I demand to know whom this Freezer guy is you so speak of!" Stalin said.
"He's an evil emperor trying to take over the universe." I answered calmly.
"Really I could take him on," Stalin said arrogantly.
"Actually I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but he's way out of your league." I said.
"Oh well anyways there is a certain dress code you must follow by." Stalin said. "Like what?" I asked.
"Let's see now Zarbon will dress up like my secret policemen! And you Morgan will wear a Turkish outfit one of those exotic dancers from Turkey wear!" Stalin said.
"What out on the battlefield?" I asked.
He burst out laughing and slapped his leg, "No you're not solders, you're just palace slaves!"
"Ok first I don't want to look like Princess Jasmine, second, palace slaves?" I said.
"Oh yah Zarbon has to guard the palace at night, and you my dear, well I could use some company," he said smiling sleazy.
"I'm not your personal sex slave!" I said.
"That's not what I meant! I just want you to accompany me around the palace, and serve my friends and enemies drinks," Stalin said.
"I'm not your personal cocktail waitress either!" I said.
"Oh do I have to explain myself again?" he asked.
"No you… oh never mind." I fell very silent and dared not speak another word. His eyes that were light hazel now were yellow looking, they flashed at me as if they were glowing.
A few hours later, Zarbon and I were in our uniforms. My hair was in a high ponytail. "At least you look better than me," I said. We have to be honest, I was very beautiful, but I did not feel very comfortable showing my skin like that.
"You look awesome; however your cleavage is showing." Zarbon said.
"Oh shut up! Be careful Stalin is very ruthless; if we don't work together, we'll never get out of here alive! We'll be stuck here forever or he'll just plain kill us! Let's keep our cool, so have any plans?" I asked.
"Yes actually I do, here's what I figure, I'll guard the palace, but I'll look for the time machine. In the mean time you keep Stalin busy, get to know him and stay alive. Do as he says and be careful." Zarbon said.
"Why don't you just kill him?" I asked wanting to be as far away from that dim Georgian as possible.
"We'll mess up history, we changed it enough already," Zarbon said.
"How?" I asked.
"Well we met Stalin and he hasn't killed us yet," Zarbon said.
Stalin came into the dungeon, "Oh Morgan, I have some friends over so come on!" He grabbed my arm tightly and took me into the hallway.
He then led me to a room. "Ouch you have one tight grip sir!" I said.
"Of course I do, I'm a man stupid!" he said.
We then stopped at the room; it was actually a door to the porch. "Men I'll never understand them," I said.
"Just stand here at the door and I'll go tell your friend what to do!" he then left.
Zarbon and Stalin went outside where Stalin handed Zarbon a gun. "What do I do with it?" Zarbon asked.
"Simple you guard the door from any intruders and if there are any, you shoot them!" Stalin said.
"Can I throw fireballs?" Zarbon asked. After all Zarbon possessed supernatural powers.
"No you mustn't it will cause too much ciaos!" he then walked away.
"Well isn't that the whole point?" Zarbon asked himself.
He come back to me and opened the door to the porch, there were three men on the porch sitting down. Then he kicked me in the butt and I fell down, they all laughed at me. I got mad and stood up, "Man you can all rot in hell for all I care!" I yelled.
"Go get us some vodka bitch!" Stalin said he then hit my butt hard.
"Haven't your mother ever told you to keep your hands to yourself? Oh that's right she's dead!" I said.
Stalin got mad at me and pushed me, I fell down again. "Shut the fuck up about my mother!" he said. One of his friends burst out laughing; Stalin took his gun out and shot him dead. "Change the order to three drinks! Go now!" he said.
I got all depressed, "Yes sir," I said getting up.
I served them all vodka, and I had a pad of paper and a pencil with me. I drew stick figures; I drew myself chocking Stalin I could not help but laugh. "What's so funny Morgan?" Stalin asked.
"Nothing," I said all scared. I was so scared that I dropped my pencil. "Ops," I said, I bent down to pick it up, it so happened one of Stalin's friends whistled at my thong sticking out. I furiously picked my pencil up and stood up. "All right who did that?" I asked but I heard nothing but snickering.
One of his friends then asked, "Hey woman, can you give me lap dance?"
"No I can't do that sir," I said.
"Come on I'll pay you in Russian money!" he said.
"I said no! Besides I don't want your money!" I said.
He got up and put the money in my bra. "Come on sweetheart, please?" he asked.
"Leave me alone." I said trying to be firm with him.
"Relax," he put his arms around my waist touching my butt.
"Get the hell off me you pervert!" I had finally have had it, I punched him in the face hard. "Oh yah and this is what I think of you and you're money!" I took the money out of my bra and ripped it up.
"All right that does it, take your clothes off and fuck me you bitch!" he pinned me to the ground and tried to pull my skirt down.
Stalin took his gun and shot him in the head. "No one can touch my slave without my permission!" he said.
"Can I touch her?" his remaining friend asked.
Stalin shot him dead, "No," he replayed.
"You killed your friends!" I said very shocked.
"They weren't really friends, they only thought they were," he said.
"Now what?" I asked.
"Oh yah go clean up the dead bodies," he said.
"They're too heavy to move, but if you insist then I'll do it!" I said.
"Good, then meet me in my room at 10:00 sharp," he said.
"Wait sir, I don't know where your room is." I said.
"Then I'll show you," he said.
"I have a question; can I get Zarbon to help me chop the bodies into pieces?" I asked.
"Sure depose of them in any way," he said he then left the room.
I got Zarbon to set the bodies on fire, and then he took me to Stalin's room. "How do you know your way around?" I asked.
"He showed me around the place. If anything goes wrong yell my name I'll be waiting outside the room," Zarbon said.
"Be careful," I said, I then hugged Zarbon and I bravely went into the room I was right on time.
I saw Stalin looking out the window all-silent. "Close the door," he said.
"Ok fine," I said closing the door.
He then took his shirt off, he was half-naked, well to be honest with you, he was a little chubby, but not that fat. He probably had a high metabolism. He looked a little lopsided too; I notice that his left arm was shorter than his right.
He took his cap off and started rubbing some makeup off, and then I notice something I barely notice before. He had the ugliest pitted spots on his face; I have never seen anyone with pitted spots like that in my life. There was nothing scarier to me than a disfigured human. I guess he was not as handsome as I thought he was. I just stared at him stupefied, "What are you looking at?" he yelled.
"Nothing, except that I used to think that you were fat!" I said panicking.
He gave me a dirty look, "I'm not that fat!" he said sitting down in a chair. "Get over here slave! Masseuse my shoulders!" he said.
I started to walk over to him, but I stopped I saw some more pitted spots on his back. "Ok sir, I don't mean to be rude, but what happened your face and your back? I'm talking about the spots." I said blushing with embarrassment.
"Oh they're smallpox scars, I got them what I was a child. People used to make fun of me when I was young. Look at me now, now I'm making fun of them!" he said smiling.
"Yah really, now where does it hurt, I mean your shoulders?" I said blushing again.
"It doesn't matter just masseuse them," he said. So I started to masseuse them, I was pretty grossed out. He seemed relaxed, "Oh that feels good!" he said.
"Yah Zarbon taught me a few moves himself." I said proudly.
"Right, now that's quite enough," he said getting up and going to his desk.
I sat down in the chair, "Now what do I do? Can I leave now?" I asked.
"No you leave when I tell you to! I have some work to do!" he started signing some sheets of paper.
"So what are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm signing death warrants," he said.
"Dang a little too ruthless don't you think?" I asked.
"Never too ruthless," he said.
"Ok whatever you say," I said sitting there.
About ten minutes later I saw him looking at a few pictures, I got up and went over to him. "Stalin what are you doing?" I asked.
"Nothing go sleep on the floor!" he said.
"Let me see! Please?" I said. Finally, he let me look at them. In one picture, he was a lot younger, and better looking. He was posing with a pretty girl. "Sir who's that your girlfriend?" I said laughing.
"She was my first wife," he said. "Wow she's cute." I said.
"She was very beautiful indeed. Not only did she have the same name as my mother, but she looked a little like her as well," he said.
"That's funny, no that's really funny," I said.
"I remember when I first met her; I loved her at first sight. Then we got married," he said sadly smiling.
"Nice story so what happened?" I asked. "She died two years after our son was born," he said.
I started to feel sorry for him. "Man I'm really sorry, so why did you kill you're second wife? I mean you two got into a huge-ass argument!" I said.
"I didn't kill her, she just bitched about the fact that I didn't show her enough affection, and she was a mentally emotional bitch that used to yell at me and my friends even when we didn't do anything wrong, she killed herself," he said.
"Do you love your first wife better?" I asked.
"I loved both of them, Nadya and I didn't get along, but I miss her. But Ekathrien was one of the only women I've ever loved. I look at these pictures every night. Sometimes I actually cry with the thought of her dead, it was so long ago. She was the only person who melted my heart," he said.
I was touched, maybe he was not so bad after all, "Oh that's kind of sweet of you to say something like that," I said.
"Oh go to bed! Sleep on the floor! Promise me you won't tell anyone about the pictures!" he said. Yep the sweet moment was gone.
"I promise! I won't tell anyone ok?" I said shaking.
"Good!" Stalin said turning the light off.
"Smooth move Morgan," I thought to myself.
I turned the light on to see if anything was under the bed. "There is nothing under the bed, go to sleep," he said.
I turned the lights out and lied down on the floor. "Stalin do you snore?" I asked.
"Oh shut up!" he said. We both went to sleep.
It was morning, Stalin woke up before me and he was dressed and cleaned up. Unfortunately, I was still asleep dreaming, he went over to me. "Morgan, oh Morgan get up!" he yelled. I still slept, "Morgan get your lazy ass up now!" he kicked me in the stomach; I was still in a very deep sleep.
He got his gun, went onto the balcony, and pulled the trigger while aiming it into the air. I woke up right away all scared. "Holy shit! Have the Germans attacked yet?" I asked.
"No stupid, I pulled the trigger so you would wake up!" he said.
"Ok I'm awake, now what?" I asked.
"Go wash up in the river now!" he said.
"Why sir?" I asked.
"Because you need to! Then I'll come get you and I'll take you to my den! I have a very special guest coming today, I want you to look nice so he doesn't get a bad impression of me!" he said.
"Who the president?" I asked happily thinking that Roosevelt would rescue me from Stalin, yet he was a cripple I did not think he would have a chance against someone like Stalin.
"No his name is Adolf Hitler." Stalin said.
At that moment, my happiness turned to fear. "Hitler? Oh shit, I'm so out of here! I don't want to meet him!" I said.
"Go now, you'll serve him later on," he said. I stood there all scared, "Go wash up now!" he yelled.
"Yes sir!" I then tripped and got up and ran as fast as I could out of the room.
I was bathing in the river naked, I smelled blood, and I have heard rumors about dead bodies in the river. Never have I encountered one. I was by Stalin's house in the Volga Canal, but I was under a bridge. While I was washing up in the river, Zarbon snuck up behind me. "Boo!" he said.
I screamed, "Zarbon you're all right!" I said running on land hugging him.
"Yes you're all right aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes I'm fine, so you want to skinny dip with me?" I asked.
"Yes I will!" he took his clothes off and jumped into the river naked. We kissed passionately on the lips I faced the front while he was behind me.
It so happened that Stalin's guards saw us naked and they watched us from the bridge. Stalin looked out his window and saw his guards on the bridge. He was a little confused, "What in the hell is everyone doing on the bridge?" he asked.
His henchman Beria, another Georgian, ran into the room, "There's this naked girl and man kissing inthe river!" he yelled.
"What? This I have to see, oh let me guess Morgan and Zarbon?" Stalin said.
"Yes sir!" Beria replied.
Stalin ran out of the room. Stalin ran onto the bridge, "Out of my way, all of you get back to work!" he said, everyone went back to work.
He looked at us, and then he ran down to the dock for a closer look. He stood right in front of us, he could not stop staring, and his eyes especially glued onto me. I opened my eyes and screamed. "Zarbon it's Stalin, 9:00 sharp!" I yelled.
"Oh God!" Zarbon said ducking under water.
Stalin still looked at me stupefied. "Hi Stalin, quit looking at me!" I said.
"Get out of the water now!" Stalin said. I got out and he put a blanket around me. Zarbon came back up. "Oh comrade Zarbon, get back to work! As for you young lady, be lucky I'm letting you off the hook for something so stupid!" he said.
"But sir I don't consider it stupid! I'm in love with him! He's my lover!" I said.
Stalin looked shocked, "Ew don't give me that love crap! Now get dressed I don't want you to create a distraction for my guards!" he said.
I ran over to Zarbon instead and I kissed him on the lips, and hugged him. "Stop kissing each other it's sickening!" he yelled.
"Bye Zarbon!" I said, Stalin grabbed my arm and led me to the Kremlin.
I got dressed afterward he lectured me for over an hour. I sat there listening to him. "How stupid are you to go skinny dipping in the river where a bunch of people can see you?" he asked.
"You told me to sir, so I did, but I got sidetracked when Zarbon wanted to swim with me. So I let him swim with me." I said.
"Funny for a minute there, oh never mind," he said.
"You can tell me," I said.
"When I saw you guys cuddling I thought I was, oh never mind don't worry about it," he said. He then looked serious at me, "What color is your hair, it's so pretty," he said.
"Oh I'm a brunette, but I like auburn better," I said, he then over to me, was is just me or was he sniffing my hair?
For some reason my instincts told me not to trust him. "I'll be going now, Hitler could be here any minuet," I said.
"Wait a minute, sit down ok?" he said.
I sat down not arguing with him, he went over to me and started to masseuse my shoulders hard. It somewhat hurt, "Relax, don't fight it." He said.
Don't' fight what may I asked? "I'm not very comfortable sir, will you please stop?" I asked.
"I'll stop when I want to," he said. He continued to do it for a couple more minuets then he sat down next to me on the couch. I did not take any chances so I moved far away from him. "What's wrong with you? Are you afraid of me?" he asked.
I could not just lie, he was fierce looking and had an intimidating energy about him, "Maybe a little, I am curious to know why you intended to masseuse my shoulders?" I asked.
"Oh no particular reason," he said calmly.
However, I could tell he was a little nervous. "Sir I really don't mean to embarrass you, but I've read all about you I heard your arm is crippled is it true?" I asked. "Yes a little, it got ran over by a carriage when I was a kid, I can lift it up, but I have a hard time doing it," he said. I could not even look him in the eyes when I asked him that question.
"Well ok," I said staring at the floor.
"Why what's wrong with me?" he asked.
"Oh nothing, except that you're evil!" I said.
"So that's no big deal!" he said standing up.
"Oh it's a very big deal to some people! Why do you like to kill people?" I asked.
"Well, because they're so weak, and I'm stronger than they are! For I'm Stalin "Man of Steal!" and there is nothing that anyone can do about that!" he said. I could personally tell that he only made that excuse up so he would look arrogant and hide his true feelings that is if he had any left. I burst out laughing, "What's so funny?" he asked.
"Just the way you said it, you said it so arrogantly! Boy do I need to be shot!" I said.
He then frowned, "Right," he said.
Meanwhile a car pulled up in front of the Kremlin, which Zarbon was guarding. A man stepped out of the car; he had an odd-looking mustache, with brown hair and light blue eyes. Zarbon knew who this man was, and he was scared. "Right this way sir!" Zarbon said walking in, the man followed him in.
Zarbon lead the man to the den. Zarbon walked into the den. "Stalin, Hitler is here!" Zarbon said.
He then left the room, "Good Morgan get us some drinks and make it vodka!" he said.
"Oh no Hitler? Oh help! I'm not an Arian!" I pleaded.
"Go now!" Stalin said. I went over to the bar to get the vodka. "Hello Adolf, have a seat I have vodka on the way," Stalin said.
"Fine Josef!" Hitler said taking his hat and coat off. He then sat down.
"Morgan where are those drinks?" Stalin asked.
"In a minute!" I said.
"Who is that?" Hitler asked.
"My slave girl let me tell you something, she's one hell of a beauty. But she doesn't speak Russian!" Stalin said.
"Who are you talking about?" I asked setting the drinks down on the table.
"Oh get on the floor and beg for your life!" he said.
I got on the floor and begged in vain, "Oh no don't kill me!" I said sarcastically.
"So you want to be friends instead of enemies?" Hitler asked.
"Yes of course I do, I'll help you conquer the east side of Poland, and some Europe as well! If you don't attack my country! Also if you split Poland with me!" Stalin said.
"It's a deal!" Hitler said shaking hands with Stalin; they both signed a sheet of paper.
"Sir do you realize what you have just done?" I asked Stalin in shock.
"Yes I just signed a non-aggressive pact with Hitler why?" he asked.
"No how could you?" I yelled being dramatic. Hitler looked at me all confused and frowning, I then picked his drink up and spilled it on him on purpose. "Ops!" I said.
Hitler stood up angry, "Get out of here girl!" he yelled.
"Look Hitler only my master can tell me that!" I said.
"Get out Morgan!" Stalin said.
"Ok fine be happy to, I'd rather live under communism rule than Arian rule!" I stomped out angry and slammed the door shut. However, I decided to hear what was going on in the room.
"Now where were we? Oh yes who was that blue guy who showed me to the door?" Hitler asked.
"You mean Zarbon? Oh he's my other slave," Stalin said lighting a cigarette and then smoking it.
"I'll make another part of the deal with you, how's about you let me take your blue slave with me, so I can have a slave too. I'll make him a Nazi!" Hitler said.
"That's a good idea, and then I'll get more of a chance with the pretty slave girl! When I first saw her, I thought she was very cute! I've never seen such a beautiful young woman in all my life. But that problem is that stupid blue guy, she's lovers with him!" Stalin said getting emotionally angry.
Hitler thought this was strange, "Oh you are so nasty! She's a capitalist is she not? I sure do hope she's not Jewish! I'd be happy to ruin the fun of them being together!" Hitler said.
"Here's the deal, why don't you sleep over tonight in my palace, tomorrow night I'm entertaining some guests. Oh I'm throwing a party in your honor! After the party, I'll get my blue slave drunk and you can take him back to Germany with you! Remember we have to treat them very nicely so they don't notice a thing." Stalin said.
"It's a deal!" Hitler said, they shook hands again and laughed evilly. Unfortunately, I did not know what they were talking about, after all the whole conversation was in German.
End of Part 1