"Fuck it, it's not like Mark couldn't fake the face fuzz if he tried, and it's ugly as sin."

He bolts into the shortest, coldest shower he has ever taken, depilates, and throws on a set of clean undress greens. Then he demands coffee. His first glance into a mirror tells him that he has no hope of cleaning himself up to any decent standard; his face looks, well, like he has spent the last four days sleeping badly and occasionally getting hit.