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.064 - imagine a small blonde caterpiller on his face

That flood doesn't change anything about Mustache March. It's still happening. Keep growing, men and the brave and noble ladies who are more manly than some of the men here. You know who you are. And you should be ashamed.

[Spam for Angua]

[Kirk washed the clothes he'd borrowed from Angua before he brought them back to her. It seemed polite and he had laundry to do anyway and Aristotle needed a walk, so really, it was efficient and all that stuff. He wasn't in any way morbidly curious as to why they were a weird set of twins.

And that was a horrible lie. He'd probably end up staring at her for a while.

Jim tugged on Aristotle's leash, trying to get him to come back to his side as he knocked on Angua's door.]

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Oh thank goodness. I would have felt quite silly otherwise.

This is why I like you the best, George.

Is there a list of other participants? We might all share tips.

I think you and I might be the only serious ones.

We may need to round up a lot of markers.

Really? I'm quite surprised by that. Why do you believe that might be?

So we can draw them on people.

...I suppose that is one solution. But I had meant: why do you believe people are reticent to participate?

They have no self confidence?

We'll simply have to bolster them!

You bolster, I'll gather markers.

Are false mustaches to count, then?

Only if you can't actually grow one.

I plan on drawing on the people who can't get over themselves to participate.

I'll inform Miss Arkandy, as she was actually keen, but unable.

I can't exclude people just because they can't. That'd be mean.

That's quite so.

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