Space War 1969
The moon.Two astronauts are talking amongst themselves.
Buzz: Ain't the moon beautiful, Neil?
Neil: That she is, Buzz.
Buzz: [pointing at the ground] Good lord! What's that?
Neil: It looks like some kind of hammer.
Buzz: Strange thing to find on the moon. And look at this footprint. A large, metal man must have stood here.
Buzz: And over there! More footprints. And a sickle. What does this mean?
Neil: Hold on, Buzz. Don't follow the prints yet.
Buzz: Why not, Neil?
Neil: Because I've got a sneaking suspicion that the robo-communists have followed us to the moon.
DUN DUN DUHHHH. Cut to robo-communists.
Marxbot: HA HA HA. TODAY WILL WITNESS THE RISE OF THE ROBO-COMMUNISTS.
Enter Neil and Buzz.
Neil: Ice to see you.
Buzz: It's chilling.
Leninbot: I do not understand.
Marxbot: MALFUNCTION MALFUNCTION.
The robots explode.
Neil: See, Buzz. Communism just doesn't work.
Both: Ahahahahahahahahaha bleep blorp zam clam.
Anyway, tomorrow will witness the rise of me.