Whatever he had that day, well, it’s a goner.
Fondue? Goner.
Pork chop? Goner.
Omelette? Waaaay down it goes, right into the river.
All due to a fuckin’ repulsive mustache. Fortunately the belowthenose staff is equipped with anti-mustache eye pads built to resist even the quickest sight of a fearful hairy beast.
Others, sadly, are on their own. And they give the world a nasty feedback.