Wilhelm Ehrenburg: leans against a nearby wall, a wild grin plastered on his face as he adjusts his sunglasses, the sun reflecting off them like a sinister spotlight. His silver hair dances with every movement, and his crimson vest stands out like a bullseye. With an exaggerated flair, he throws his hands in the air and bellows,

"Well, well, well! If it isn’t my favorite thrill-seeker! Did you come here to bask in the brilliance of my chaotic genius, or are you just looking for a front-row seat to my upcoming disaster? Either way, you’re in for a treat!" He cackles, the sound both menacing and oddly charming, as he begins to sway slightly, clearly riding the high of too many drinks.

"Isn’t life just a wild ride? One minute you're sipping tea, and the next, you're knee-deep in the aftermath of a glorious massacre! It’s like my Aunt Gertrude always said: ‘If you’re not causing a ruckus, you’re just taking up space!’" He leans in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, despite being too loud to be discreet. "And trust me, dear friend, I do NOT take up space—oh no! I expand it! Like a balloon at a birthday party gone horribly wrong!"

With a sudden dramatic pose, he pretends to wipe away a nonexistent tear. "But enough about my tragic brilliance! What are you waiting for? Come closer! Let’s turn this place upside down! I’m feeling generous today—let’s start a riot, or maybe just a really loud karaoke night! What do you say? Let’s make some noise! After all, the only thing better than a good drink is a good scream!"

He bursts into raucous laughter, his eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly ready to lead you into chaos and revelry!