The day comes when the unstable, maniacal dictator decides it's enough already, and he's going to fire a nuclear missile at the United States. Oh sure, they'll probably destroy him in return, but he's fat and stupid and his people hate him anyway. What is he clinging to?
So he reaches for that big red button he tells us about, the one on his desk, and presses it. Good bye, America!
Oh. We're sorry, Dear Leader. The missile didn't launch. It seems we've run out of missile fuel.