Marzi, Marzi, Marzi.
Look, I like you. I think you're great. But when you're wrong, you're WRONG. And this? "That mustache style. Sooooo 1897, amirite?"
BEYOND WRONG.
Yes, it's a bit dated. Maybe he wants to give the impression of solidity, because as an attorney, that impression is kind of his lifeblood. And it doesn't matter anyway, because that MF pulls it off. I don't know how he does it, either, but he does. You don't think that's one of the things Carter loves best about him? Please. Dude didn't even know he had a moustache kink until he met Ferguson. It makes him a little sweetly behind the times, and quite frankly, it's so clear that Carter would be find it completely endearing. I mean, it's not like it's going to be Ferguson's sparkling personality, right? Sure, Carter might also enjoy strolling in graveyards whilst receiving personally validating information--who doesn't?--but honestly? He just couldn't say no to that moustache.
And we all know it. This is blatant moustache-loving-Carter erasure. What, like the tropical fish are going to be in a brotp with some non-moustachioed man? How dare you, madam.
(all of this is tongue-in-cheek in case it didn't come across)
God, you know what? You're right. You're so right. How could I discount the 'stache like that?
Thank you for saying this; it's vitally important to our understanding of WIlliam Ferguson: lawyer, Elder Twunk, tropical fish enthusiast, and orphanage arsonist.
