I'm here in the closet, as it were, and I must tell you, it's quite busy in here. Full to brim with people so stylish, so chic, they don't even exist... I am dead serious. If closets were military hangars, this closet would be area 5---
--oh no, here comes the short Japanese fellow, and he is drunk... more drunk than any Japanese man should be, no, scratch that, more drunk than any man should be. Oh, I think he's trying to say something.
"I--gjgigh. I l---guhhh".
*gurgle sounds*
"ahii"
No. He's out, out like a light. Poor fellow. He tried to do a karate kick, but hit tripped over a table and fell. He's spilled some tea on one of Karl's suit jackets, and Karl is furious---
--Karl is taking off the glasses
Wait, wha-
no, what is he doing?
my god....
Interesting, I didn't know there were windows in the closet.
Goodbye Yohji. We'll miss you.
(I wonder what story we're on?)
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See, Yves?
Karl's godlike powers allow him to throw démodé people out of windows, whether there are windows are not. He can throw someone out of a window on top of a mountain, you know.
yohji is so demodé anyway!!!
why doesn't karl contact maison martin margiela's white ghost to join them in the closet? i'm sure it would be a very metaphysical experience ;-)
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