It's a Mr. Plow commercial come to life.

His sexy mustache has gained self-awareness and godhood. It has rearranged existence so many times, that different realities have piled up on top of each other. He's cool with it, though. Every so often, he strokes his mustache, as if to say "I'm mellow with what you're doing, brother." In response, it transforms his clothing, as if to say "far out, Casanova."

His face flaunts its ability to carry both the mustache and eyebrow.

Ben Stiller is older than I thought.

I, too, want to dress like a gay man on safari.

All the real hipsters of der Racket-Stadt dress in fibres of Imipolex-G.

Hypnotic.