[ Well, the confused rumors of just who Carl's father is about to have another lifespan. Carl takes the lead - he knows where the food alley is, anyway. ]
I think I know a place.
[ He brushes aside the photographer, who takes another picture of Carl, while asking "What happened to your eye?" Carl's not-so-serious reply: ]
A Russian ate it.
[ And thus creating another rumor that Carl lost his eye to the sadistic Soviet soldiers. The photographer only gaped in his confusion, not taking any more pictures while he takes Carl's reply in. ]
no subject
I think I know a place.
[ He brushes aside the photographer, who takes another picture of Carl, while asking "What happened to your eye?" Carl's not-so-serious reply: ]
A Russian ate it.
[ And thus creating another rumor that Carl lost his eye to the sadistic Soviet soldiers. The photographer only gaped in his confusion, not taking any more pictures while he takes Carl's reply in. ]