
The inhabitants of the Moustachio Territory have so much machismo, they decided it was only right to get together and form a place to call their own. Once you step foot inside, you know you've entered a different dimension. Somehow, the ground is made of shag carpet, incense wafts through the air, and ambient orchestral funk is on infinite rotation. Facial hair of all types live here: Moustachios, mutton chops, uni-brows, goatees, french forks, you name it. Monthly wrestling matches and other feats of strength are commonplace here. It is unknown if any females live in the Moustachio Territory, though they are welcome anytime, of course, and will be served the finest cherry wine a Moustachio can afford.
Arrstachio
Baby ‘Stache Moustachia
Beardos
Chubby Stache
Face-Fist
Goldstachio
Grampy Stache
H-bar
Happy Stache
Lady Stache
Lil’ Patchio
Monstachio
Moustachio
Mutton Bros.
Nubby Stache
Pocket Stache
Royal Barber
Russell
Shaggy Stache
Son of Moustachio
Soul Patch
The Royal Moustachio Air Force
Uni-bros