Well, see what's happened now? Karl's gotten all upper-lip angry, and drunk all of Anna's alcohol supply, and whilst he pretended to be restrained and just went into his closet and hung upside down; but 15 minutes ago he came out here whilst I was having tea with that lovely wife of the French president, and took his glasses off. He took them off and they melted to the ground. His eyes were all crazy, I swear he had flames in them. Out of his mouth came German; he barked at me for 10 minutes, non-stop. His eyes spat out Chanel logos- in flames. He grabbed my cup of tea and smashed it on the assistant, then reconstructed it with his Karl-powers and smashed it again. He barked some more. His suit started to melt off him; the whole room started to melt; and under his suit was another suit. He reconstructed the cup of tea again, and drank it; and he became very tremendously big; and Monsieur Dior rose up and ate a very tremendously big plate of pasta; and Coco Chanel turned everything quilted. Karl then calmed down, muttering something in German and went back to his closet to hang upside down. He is very, very angry. And very, very chic about it. You've upset him now, you know.
Now, I suggest we close our eyes and say "KARL COME BACK! KARL COME BACK!" and wish very very hard. Close your eyes very tight and say it outloud; and believe. Maybe it'll work, non?
Oh, Sophia. I apologize for Karl's mood...he gets like this, you know. It's not really him that's doing it, but his alter-ego "KARL VON BISMARK/DRACULA"; I suppose I better aploogize for what the readers have said about you, too. Someone needs to clean up after Karl...
Sigh, the life of a dead genius.