Mary-Kate Olsen attends some manner of pre-Golden Globes party. Either that or she's on her way to a big reception at the Reichschancellery. "Fraulein Olsen, you are looking very lovely tonight."
"Thank you Mein Fuhrer. And might I say that your drooling seems a little more under control than the last time we met."
"Yes. I have had my salivary glands removed. Also, my left testicle finally dropped."
"You must be very happy. Oh, my goodness. I'm afraid I have to go Mein Fuhrer. I haven't been eaten out by a Bavarian in almost fifteen minutes."
"You're excused then Fraulein. And by the way, don't forget the buffet. We're serving Mongolian sheep-herder under glass. But you better hurry up before that fat fucker Goering eats it all."
