"Well, how do I look?" Face asked as he slid the van door open and took his
usual seat.
B.A. glanced back and gave a snort, "ya look like Faceman to me."
Hannibal wrinkled his nose. 'But you smell like you've been marinating in Old
Spice...what did you do, drink the stuff?
"I tried that once. Didn't taste too bad...but not spicey enough if you ask
me." Murdock shrugged his shoulders and suggested, "Maybe if they used some
newer spices."
"Shut up, fool. I'm sick of hearin' your crazy jibber-jabber!"
"C'mon you guys...take a closer look. You don't notice anything different about
me?"
The van became completely silent as the three men stared at Face.
"I don't see nothin', man."
"Sorry, Face. I don't see anything either...but I did happen to notice that
cigar in your pocket. Care to share?"
Face pulled the cigar out and handed it over with a sigh. "What about you
Murdock? You're always seeing things."
"Yeah...even things that ain't really there," B.A. said with a giggle.
Murdock leaned over toward Face and looked him up and down and back up again.
He leaned in even closer until they were face to face, "Wait a minute...I think
I see it! It's a moustache! Faceman's growing another moustache!"
Hannibal and B.A. rolled their eyes at each other as Face grinned and stroked
his upper lip.
"I told ya Murdock sees things that ain't there!"
"There is too something there!" Face thrust himself forward and positioned
himself between Hannibal and B.A. "Go ahead...touch it!"
"Sit back down sucker...I ain't touchin' nothin'!"
Face plopped back down into his seat, deflated.
"Be patient, Lieutenant. I bet in six months we'll really start to see
something." Hannibal smiled, "Afterall, I love it when a moustache comes
together!"
The End