All I really need to do is to mistakenly inflict some horrifying disfigurement upon you, thus setting your bitter resolve to leading a life of evil. Employing his powers of facial hair growth, he sets out to rid the world of all those who would malevolently mock mere mortals for their meager means. It's all part of being a super-hero. My stubble-sense is tingling. Well, you get the picture.
Sidekicks are neat fun.