You know you're in a society that emphasizes on outward appearance when a large percentage of the results from Googling "pluck" show images of eyebrow plucking.
Anyway. I would start an (pseudo)resarch/advertising company, extolling the benefits of colourful noses for psychological reasons of Brightening One's Day and drab noses for showing maturity, solid noses that will last and hollow noses for storage space, noses that match your species/ethnicity to promote ethnic pride/ loyalty and noses that don't to promote non-discrimination/peace/harmony. Wooden noses for everyday, metal ones for special occasions and maybe a mouth-blown, hand-engraved, milk-plated (because the value of milk has increased the most! not gold!) one for Very Very Special Important Occasions, or normal occasions during which you want to fool the host into thinking that you think very highly of his occasion.
I would conveniently do this after the all-sorts-of-noses craze begins and before the revolt occurs, earn lots of whatever-currency-it-is, and retire into a life of spicy-spring-roll-looking-things to which I've become addicted to.
I hope your nose is better. And what happened to our picture?
Anyway. I would start an (pseudo)resarch/advertising company, extolling the benefits of colourful noses for psychological reasons of Brightening One's Day and drab noses for showing maturity, solid noses that will last and hollow noses for storage space, noses that match your species/ethnicity to promote ethnic pride/ loyalty and noses that don't to promote non-discrimination/peace/harmony. Wooden noses for everyday, metal ones for special occasions and maybe a mouth-blown, hand-engraved, milk-plated (because the value of milk has increased the most! not gold!) one for Very Very Special Important Occasions, or normal occasions during which you want to fool the host into thinking that you think very highly of his occasion.
I would conveniently do this after the all-sorts-of-noses craze begins and before the revolt occurs, earn lots of whatever-currency-it-is, and retire into a life of spicy-spring-roll-looking-things to which I've become addicted to.
I hope your nose is better. And what happened to our picture?
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