[Erwin stares for a few moments longer, the lights raging through his head. They've brightened during this conversation, swirling in red designs around the corners of his vision, and abruptly, he turns and punches the nearest snowman. It falls to pieces, scattering snow everywhere as it spills a body from its guts, and that... that's okay. That's how things are supposed to be, and Erwin starts to slowly smile again. When he turns back to Archer, he's completely in control again, smiling pleasantly as he scoops to pick up the shovel.]
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Don't be silly, Randy, I don't have a beard.
[He starts shoveling again.]
They don't suit me. Make me look like my father.