Eric was in his garage with scraps of cloth and spray-paint. He was making armbands. Not his usual Nazi armbands that he liked to make in his garage. He was planning a revolution. He wanted Kyle to be happy. He wanted justice for the Jews. He wanted to create an era of Naziism, but with Jews. He wanted the others to feel the wrath of Jews. After all, he wanted nothing more than to rule the world with Kyle by his side. He would make Kyle his prince.

Kyle entered the garage.

"Hey Eric. What's that you're making?" he asked.

"Armbands, Kyle," Eric responded.

"I thought you had newfound respect for Jews!" Kyle yelled.

"I do! Look closer," Eric said.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't actually a Nazi armband. It was blue with a black circle in the center, compared to the Nazi's red with a white circle. In that circle, rather than a black swastika, was the Star of David, painted in white.

"Whoa! These are pretty cool," Kyle told him, admiring the armbands.

"Thanks," Eric replied.

"Why so many?" Kyle asked.

"A revolution, Kyle. We're going to rule the world together. We're going to make the world a better place for the Jews," Eric elaborated.

Kyle's jaw dropped.

"Damn! You're planning a revolution of Jews?" Kyle asked, shocked.

"Yes. Some Neo-Nazis in Germany caught wind of my plans. They've brought Adolf Hitler back as a cyborg," Eric told him, pissed off.

"No wonder I threw up this morning," Kyle mused.

"Also, remember that V-Chip that gave me electric powers? I've implanted some of those into the armbands, giving us weapons. I also had a friend of mine engineer it to be controlled by thoughts," Eric explained.

"Which brings me to my next invention, the armored Yarmulke. Controlled by your nerves, it will create a forcefield around the wearer if he feels the slightest bit of pain," Eric told him.

"Wow, that's amazing. But I don't know if I want Jews to be known for this," Kyle said.

"Adolf Hitler is ALIVE. It's our duty to send that bastard back to Hell, along with that retarded mustache of his!" Eric reminded him.

Kyle put on the armband and Yarmulke.

"But how will we get to Germany? Besides, there's only two of us!" Kyle said.

"Only two? I've got Jews around the world with these babies, ready to move... Terrance and Phillip are helping, too," Eric explained.

Meanwhile, in Canada, Terrance and Phillip were putting on Yarmulkes and armbands.

"Phillip, we're finally fulfilling our destiny!" Terrance said.

"Our destiny is to fart on Nazis?" Phillip asked.

"Yes, Phillip. Yes it is," he responded.

Terrance taped a picture of Adolf Hitler to a tree, lit a match, stuck it behind him, and farted on the tree. It burned to the ground.

The two Canadians laughed uncontrollably.

"But how do we get there?" Kyle asked again.

Eric took Kyle outside.

"That's how," Eric said.

He pointed to an F-18.

"How did you GET that?!" Kyle wondered.

"George Bush is my mom's brother's uncle's cousin's daughter's husband's mom's nephew's second cousin's brother," Eric told him, out of breath.

Kyle paused for a moment.

"Fucking sweet," he said.