And then the world was set on its ear by a funny little kine with a funny little mustache. Who or what was responsible for Der Fuhrer? He was not ours, nor, despite shrill Brujah recriminations, was he a Ventrue puppet. Lacking evidence to the contrary, I am inclined to classify him as a servant of naught save his own madness, or at best as a Malkavian prank gone awry.
—Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Tzimisce
