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"Why, yes, Mr. Heartly, I would like another crumpet," the gentleman replied, adjusting his vaguely squishy moustache. Why, in certain lights, it almost seemed to be a splotch of gelatinous shadow.

"Indubitably, Mr. Snowden," his fellow gentleman, similarly mustachioed, agreed, handing over a very rock-like crumpet.

The first gentleman mimed a few bites – he didn't fancy losing any teeth – and pointed covertly at the other man's face, "I say, sir! Your moustache is escaping!"

Struggling weakly on the second gentleman's face, it was nearly a match for his knightly wiles, and he reluctantly acceded, "I may require your assistance, my good man."

"Of course, my good fellow, my old buddy, old pal." With an added covering of ice, the moustache surrendered to its fate.

"Good show, good show," they cheered, and the door burst open.

Jack and Eros, Fearling moustaches in place and rocks on their imaginary plates, stared blankly at the snarling, panting Boogeyman on the threshold.

"Gentlemen," he growled.

"Woop," Eros popped into his womanly form and she made a break for it, sprinting past the enraged Nightmare King with a speed unmatched by any before or since.

Abandoned, Jack looked about the room for any sort of escape or advantage and, on finding none, extended the hand holding the rock with half a grin, "Crumpet?"