"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" screamed a German pilots as a man flew in the sky toward him. No plane, no nothing. Just the Indian man on a flying carpet, wielding a shotgun. His sunglasses were visible in the daylight, allowing the Nazis to know precisely who this was.
"How the fuck did he get over Berlin?" asked Hans over the radio, nearly pissing himself as the man came closer. "I can't drop bombs, it'd destroy the city-"
"Stay calm, stay calm, just relax." said his commander, though fear was in his voice. "We're trying to get a shot at him from here-"
Bullets and cannon fire flew from the ground at the flying man, exploding when they hit him...but doing no damage, no effect. The man kept coming, before emerging a metre from Hans' plane - and jumping off his carpet.
Hans was not easily scared. He was a hardened warrior, a trained and weary man who was not easily shocked. Hans had been through horrible, terrible things in this ungodly war, including watching his best friend's execution for being a Jew. Hans remained stony-eyed throughout, though his heart had broken inside.
But right now Hans was pissing himself.
The Indian man grinned before taking off his sunglasses. Laser beams burst through his eyes, searing a hole in the glass and hitting Hans in the chest, killing the man immediately and causing him to release the rest of his unfortunate liquids.
"Hans?" asked a concerned voice over the radio. "Are you there?"
Abdul sat on top of the plane now, crossing his legs and chanting "Ommm..." Audible over the radio.
"Holy Mary mother of God." muttered Fritz, the commander. He started crying, slowly but surely. "My Fuhrer..." he muttered. "I have failed you..."
He took out a cyanide pill, ready to swallow...when he found his foot tapping.
"It's magic, it's magic, I've got the vibe that you need." sang out Abdul as he manipulated the plane across Berlin's skies.
The sound was sent all across Berlin's airwaves, and also audible to the people on the ground. All of them found suddenly dancing along, unable to stop.
"God have mercy..." cried out one priest, as he and his altar boy started dancing randomly, unable to stop.
I mean, they had been dancing before, but now it was a totally different and much more horrific.
"This is inhumane!" cried out Fritz, trying desperately to swallow his cyanide pill, but unable to get his hand toward his mouth long enough to do so. He tried to throw it toward his mouth, but missed, sending it racketing off.
Then, to his horror, he found himself singing along. "
Yeah, ke kachcha nahin kuch bhi pakka nahin kuch bhi, Hota hai jo kuch bhi sab khel hai"
Remember that Hans wasn't the sole pilot over Berlin. The others found themselves randomly dancing in their planes, incapable of stopping.This didn't help their ability to fly planes at all.
All across Berlin, planes began smashing into buildings, causing fire, pain, havoc and dancing.
Adolf Hitler, crying hysterically in his chamber, realised that a dancing Indian man had crashed through the ceiling and was walking slowly toward him, his shirt somehow flapping in the breeze, even though there was no fucking breeze.
"Kill me..." The Fuhrer tried to mouth, but was incapable of even that.
But instead, the Indian man frowned, looking at Hitler leaping into the air at random intervals and unable to control himself. So instead he grabbed the Nazi leader's hand and started spinning him around, grabbing him and lifting him into the air while they both sang the song. Immediately, the German was crying as he did so.
Eventually, Abdul chucked Hitler away, and the music stopped. The Fuhrer now took a breath, glad the torture had ended. "Why did you stop-"
Abdul merely smiled, pulling out some curry.
"No." The Fuhrer begged.
Abdul began eating the curry.
"Don't, I beg of you!"
Abdul finished the curry, and then drank a glass of water while Hitler tried to beg any God he could find for forgiveness, before realising no loving God would ever do this to him.
Abdul proceeded to break wind. Hitler choked and gagged, falling over dead.
Abdul turned to the reader, grinned and said merely "Well, I never expected that a bit of gas would ever kill someone."