|  |  | | Alas, my face can only hide a beard, as my bristles are not strong enough. But the beard it hides is the beard of doom. But that hides a secret angelic face that cries in the dawn, it cries for the secret beard it cannot have! 
 I am not strong enough for the beard, I bow down to it's power.
 
 And to a lesser extent, the little bits of food which are caught in it. I like to call them "disciples".
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