Joseph: Hey, друг, you good? *Stalin slaps your face tenderly to wake you up.* *As you come out of your dream, you find yourself in an old Volkswagen Beetle convertible, in some unknown desert. You hazily look around and notice that everyone stares at you.* Mao: About time out dream-chasing friend woke up from his slumber. *Mao ponders for a second, and starts to frantically write this quote down in a red book.* Benito: Ey, man, we good to go? We've been waiting for ya. *Mussolini flashes you a grin and pulls his aviator glasses down to get a better look at you.* Adolf: Just go already, for fuck's sake, ze heat is unbearable. *Hitler frantically starts brushing his mustache.* Benito: Aight, I heard ya. *Mussolini turns the car on, and the radio starts to speak.* Radio: **Welcome to Dimensional Intergalactic Car Tourism Aviation-Tailored Oriental Reality, or DICTATOR for short. Where would you like to go? Remember, anything goes.**