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The Great Karl

Just when the women’s screeching was beginning to reach an unbearable decibel, Karl lifted his weary head with a resigned sigh.

“Guess it’s time for The Great Karl to come out of retirement,” he said as he stood up and went behind the bar, deftly moving Old Bess aside so he could rummage through some drawers hidden under the liquor cabinet. Old Bess didn’t even notice, she was too busy reiterating what a heartless floozy Becca was for dumping Jameson.

“I can’t believe you would choose that knucklehead over a decent young man like Jameson!” Old Bess exclaimed.

Sassy stopped mid-screech. “What knucklehead?” she asked in a dangerously low voice.

Old Bess wheeled around to face Sassy again. “What, did your precious little Beckie-Weckie not tell you about her hot date with Paul tonight?”

Before Sassy or Becca could react, Karl shrugged his way into their midst, a black cape swirling around his spare figure and an anemic rabbit threatening to leap out of a top-hat held in his hand.

“Behold, The Great Karl!”

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