I began as a humble moustache. That was fun; ladies love the ‘tache. But then something happened, I became involved with someone with a sideburning, pressing desire. I was crestfallen. I had to come back bigger, better, stronger. To turn the other cheek. I had to cover this fellow's whole jaw. Together, we became unstoppable. Top of the world. Then, events blew up. This was my downfall. A close shave. I had to lay low. My disappearance triggered a series of events leading to me finding out about a long lost secret. I had to return to exact one last revenge. I had to bit the bullet. This chin didn't go down easy. I wanted to whisker away, but I was stopped. The fuzz were on my back. I needed a hare-brained scheme but things got hairy.