Ponuh wrote:
My friends and I are writing an awesome rock opera (done in a parody queensryche/megadeth style) involving a lonely economics teacher, "Mr. H" who gets fired. He doesn't know his identity, and the only thing he remembers as he woke up was an acute knowledge of economics. He was holding a passport but everything was burned out but the letter "H".
He goes to a bar to drink himself to death and is confronted by a shaman who sounds like a protoss. The shaman tells him he'll tell him who he really is if he goes and retrieves an artifact of great value for him in the distant land of tibet: The cat's pajamas (aka, the source of the feline prowess) Mr. H infers that it is the dalai lama he speaks of. So Mr. H gets on a plane (meanwhile there is a guitar instrumental called 'Tiger Air' with some tapping hhhahh) and arrives in tibet at a marketplace.
He learns that the Dalai lama is having a grand annual costume party, so he runs as fast as he can to the dalai lama's palace. There he is confronted by a guard who says he is not on the list. However, after much groveling the guard says he'll open the side window to let him get in. Once inside, Mr. H sees the Dalai lama's grand entrance. He is able to get the dalai lama to follow him into the back room by posing as a staff photographer. Once there he tells the dalai lama he is here for the cat's pajamas. The dalai lama does not resist, but instead walks over to the bookcase compliantly and pulls a lever. A snake pit opens and closes but Mr. H was not standing on it. Knowing his last line of defense was thwarted, the Dalai lama drops to his knees and screams "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO". He gives the cat's pajamas to Mr. H and Mr. H leaves
For dramatic effect, the shaman and Mr. H have the final meeting on a volcano for some reason. The shaman intently asks for the cat's pajamas, to which Mr. H obliges him. The shaman starts cackling wildly as he reveals Mr. H's true identity. You see, in 1945 Hitler did indeed shoot himself. However, before he could, his longtime Mistress Eva Braun replaced the bullet in his pistol with a time-bullet, causing hitler to be sent 60 years into the future with no acute sense of who he was.
Mr. H, now knowing he was actually hitler, is so devastated he decides he must kill himself. There are two bullets on the table, one undoubtedly being another time bullet. So, he shoots himself but NO ONE KNOWS IF IT WAS ACTUALLY A TIME BULLET
tragicomedy?
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