Unless like me you happen to find the sight of disappointed, sweating Nazis detonating hand-grendades between their own legs greatly uplifting.
I was also quite surprised that unlike most people who choose to spend their honeymoon somewhere exotic, Hitler chose to spend his on fire in a pit with brainjuice dribbling through his moustache.
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