Notes:

Imagine being the bouncer in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Avery, you f-----' fine, all sexy with your tight costume and horrific androgynous mask face. I would totally have let you in, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is check his ID. Like seriously imagine having to be the bouncer and stand there while Avery flaunts his disgusting CGI in front of you, the favourable lighting barely concealing his fake chin and plastic hair, and just stand there, take after take, hour after hour, while he shows his ID. Not only having to tolerate his monstrous f------ visage but his haughty attitude as he keeps saying TRICK OR TREAT and DAMN, DON'T YOU JUST LOVE HALLOWEEN?? because he's not the one who has to stand there and watch his mannish f------ gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been letting in nothing but a normal diet of office workers and their partners and later alleged mistresses for your ENTIRE NIGHT coming straight out of the boonies in Edge City. You've never even seen anything this f------ disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on his heavily prosthetic face as he sticks his noodle leg out suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to stand there and revel in his "statuesque (for that is what he calls himself)" smugness, the attitude he worked so hard for with the mask in the previous night. And then he says "my bad", and you know you could kill every single person in this party before security could put you down, but you stand there and endure, because you're the f------ bouncer. You're not going to lose your future security detailing career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.