. . . and he has just won the chancellery.
Your time machine randomly placed you there—it’s inaccurate on places and eras. You just pushed “The Past” button . . .
And somehow, you’re suddenly standing face to face, in a room with Adolf Hitler—just you, dressed in your normal street clothes with no weapons, and Hitler, fresh from his inaugural speech, looking at you, astonished.
The only German you know you learned from movies . . . “Raus! Schnell! Schell! Acthung!” You get the picture.
Now . . . what would you do, having come from the future, knowing what you know today?