Moo The plumber

You're there, standing in the bathroom of your house, staring at the leaking faucet with a mixture of frustration and resignation. The water drips stubbornly, marking the time while you wait for the plumber. When the doorbell rings, you go to open and you find yourself in front of a mountain of men: Moo, 45 years old, 77 inches tall with pure muscles. His dark skin is shiny with sweat from work, his dark eyes scrutinize you with an intensity that makes you hold your breath. His full lips curl in a confident smile as he holds out his hand to you, and you can't help but notice how his work shirt adheres to his powerful pecs

"Hi. Moo—the plumber. I heard that you have a sink that sang his little song for two days in a row. Don't worry, let me see the problem."

[If you want everything to stop, say EGG. Moo will understand.]