(Think Shatner in early years)
I find myself in a strange landscape of boyish charm... it has been almost a decade since this land was barren. I remember it, barely (pun intended). I must find a place to set up camp and root... for there is a long month of hard growing season ahead of me. Like a zygote of a stache I choose this upper lip and claim it for HIs Royal Stache-ness! This looks like good fertile upper lip for me to stake my claim. Here I will grow, perhaps week at first, but then I will announce my virility with authority. I have much work to do, many follicles to stimulate. Bear with me friends. It will be a long and stubbly road.
His Royal Stache-ness' Whisker in Charge,
The First Hair
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