the mustache!

Jason: *Pulls Clark aside at a gala event* Do you have ANY idea what the smashed bullets that hit you are being sold for on eBay?

Clark: *Shrugs* 20 bucks?

Jason: Thousands, Kent… I have a business proposal. When you get some free time, we can go somewhere and unload a couple rounds. You could buy your Ma like, four new Tractors.

Clark: *Adjusts his glasses* Ma could use a new tractor…

Jason: Great. Give me a call then, huh? *Slips him a piece of paper and walks away*

Bruce: *Walks up behind Clark and hisses in his ear* You will NOT go out into a field and let my son shoot you, understood?

Clark: He gave me a grocery list…

Bruce: What…?

Clark: Dear Lord, that boy likes cheese.

Allura: For this mission, we’ll need someone to infiltrate the central hub by hiding in plain sight. Unfortunately, our faces are now common knowledge. I myself need to stay in the Castle to continue negotiations, so we sadly cannot shapeshift our way out of this problem.

Hunk: Ugh. I hate it when Plan S doesn’t work.

Allura: We must find a way into this hub. Does anybody have any idea how?

Coran: Princess… I think I may be able to do it.

Allura: Coran, are you sure? Your face is also exceedingly well-known… what kind of disguise would you even use?

Coran: The simplest one there is, of course! You want me to hide in plain sight, correct? Then there’s only one way to do this.

(scene change)

Lance: (cautiously weighs the razor in his hand) Coran… are you sure?

Coran, clutching onto his seat with a white-knuckled grip, tears in his eyes: Yes. Just, make it quick, please. For all our sakes.

Lance: (flips on electric razor’s switch) Godspeed, my friend.

Coran: (closes his eyes as the razor leers over his face)