So much speculation about my beard.
Guys guys guys, I grew the beard unintentionally. You see, I spent years at sea searching for the treasure of Big Whoop, and somewhere along the line, that damned ship monkey nicked my Stubble-O shaving cream, and I was never the same. Stranded on Scabb with nothing but a bald monkey and a manly beard, I...well, you know the rest.
Unfortunately, in LeChuck's® Carnival o' the Damned™, just when I was getting used to the thing, a violent corndog and a couple of stuffed animals ripped it clean off my face.
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It's amazing how a touch of human remains can really brighten up a place.
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