Sign me up to serve the Terran Empire. Ready to report for duty on the ISS Enterprise.
I’d ask for a goatee exemption.
I could never stand any kind of face fuzz.
The only time in my life when I had any was a few years ago essentially bedridden for a while.
My wife brought me an electric razor the next day after I started to get signs of life in me.
I didn’t recognize myself.