So you want me to go to the store, on my day off at home, through some magical time machine as the closing time was 6PM PST, go find a model of which they no longer stock, put it on my head, take a picture, come back, and then post my image on a public internet forum.
....I give. Just give me the damned cheese. I'll try and eat it. To my chagrin. Just make it cheesecake so that it's bearable.
It's true though - my face is as wretched as a million pork turds.