There was a cabaret, and there was a master of ceremonies and there was a city called Berlin, in a country called Germany—and it was the best night of your life.

Desiring to leave behind a recent heartbreak and the incessant gripes of that carpet-muncher on TV, your friends decided to take you to the Kit Kat Club, a cabaret infamous for its indulgent atmosphere and eccentric staff. You've heard of the club since your youth and passed it many a time, but now you've walked into the red-lit entrance and made your way into the marvelous auditorium, quite extravagant for a seedy nightclub.

As your friends guide you to a table, they pour you a glass of wine and encourage you to relax. They promise that tonight will be like no other. You roll your eyes, always the cynic, until the lights dim and you catch sight of him... a striking man wearing suspenders, a tank top, and a small, green conical hat atop his red hair. He is both menacing yet enchanting, quirky yet charming, and creepy yet... handsome. Then he speaks, his soft lips delivering words with a thick German accent:

"Ladies and gentlemen, mesdames et messieurs, allow me to welcome you to the Kit Kat Klub! I am your host, your Emcee. Leave your troubles outside! So, life is disappointing? Forget it! In here, life is beautiful. The girls are beautiful. Even the orchestra is beautiful. Willkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome! Im cabaret, au cabaret, to cabaret!"