“Hey, Furboa! They’re just my hands! Wait!”

You leap from the tub only to find your legs pulled out from under you by something holding onto them, smashing your face down on the dusty 1886 bathroom floor.

“What the...”

Curled around your ankle is the world’s longest moustache which seems to be coming from...OH GOD your upper lip!

You pull at the moustache, trying to break free from your own hairy appendage. Was this a side-effect of time travel? Did Furboa grow one, too...Oh, god! FURBOA! He might be in trouble! You don’t know what kind of people own this house!

“You don’t have Boggle...then can we play the BackStreet Boys Trivia game?” comes Furboa’s voice from downstairs and you realize perhaps it isn’t HIM you’re going to need to save.

You see the glimmer of metal on the sink. You reach up blindly feeling the cold steel (or you know whatever metal they made razors out of back in 1886) in your fingers. With a swipe Sweeny Todd would be proud of you cut your own moustache off and start to run down the stairs....

...only to get tangled in your moustache AGAIN which is regenerating itself like a crazy hairy hydra at an incredible rate.

Falling down the last four steps you land at the feet of the hairest woman you’ve ever seen. And you’re just looking at her feet!

“Why hellooooooo there! Look what the bathtub brought in! Poppa!”

What do you do?