[Ford's alarm subsides slightly, and he glances down at himself, expecting to see something on his shirt. Instead, he catches a glimpse of something very bristly and unfamiliar on his own face, which prompts him to feel at it with his fingers until he realizes that he's sprouted a lustrous handlebar mustache.
And then his brows un-grump and he starts laughing.]
Well, now, that's a weapon you don't see every day!
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And then his brows un-grump and he starts laughing.]
Well, now, that's a weapon you don't see every day!