"Right mate, can you stop all the genocide stuff right man, yeah?" The dictator of Germany gave me a puzzled look. "Yeah nah mate, it's what I do man, k?" I gave him a really disappointing look, I stared at the floor and turned my head slowly around to depart from the door. "wait mate, on seconds thought" I turned sharply on my heels. He spoke again. "Alright then mate, we'll give it a shot then, yeah?" Thrilled and overjoyed, I slapped him on the back. "Good on ya mate, I knew you'd come around some time, let's go grab a beer man".

Hours later I returned to my time machine and traveled back to my own time. I step out into the light and notice a crap-tonne of Super Mario advertisements and merchandise everywhere. A man with a strong Italian accent greeted me. Italian restaurants where everywhere, too, and the green, red and white of their flag was plastered everywhere.. "Dammit, I changed the past too much" I said. I stepped back in my time machine to convince old Mussolini to change his mind too.