They would listen to showtunes at the theater together and pick out fashion flaws in the crowds, snickering and giving eachother hearty physical signs of comradery; punching on the shoulder, covering eachother's eyes when a hideous jew walked by, that sort of thing. On one of their outings they both have a little more to drink than usual, and in the rain on the way home they think it's a good idea to take off their wet coats and undershirts. They keep their tophats on and gallavant through the night's empty streets of Berlin. Hitler loses his balance while he's spinning around a street lamp and falls on his back. His jew friend comes to check on him and tickles hitler. Hitler laughs and then their eyes lock and they smile at eachother. His friend says, "Hitler, I'm... are you.... I'm a jew, Hitler." Hitler slaps him then gets up and shoots him and burns his body in the street, his tears indistinguishable from the cold rain dripping down his face.
WWHD if he ran out of toilet paper
