To quote Colonel Kurtz in Apocalypse Now, "The horror, the horror."
Just as we were getting to know them too. Maybe the hotdogs will give the glow indigestion and it'll spit them back out.
I can visualize von Hohenburg descending from ladie's boudoirs all over Paris like a randy Robin.
And George gets some action at last.
Can we have a cheer for lavender oil?