"This marks the 24th confirmed haircutting by the man who runs around cutting people's hair. Authorities say they are taking the matter seriously but as of yet have no leads. Jim. back to you. Thanks, Pam! And what does mother nature have in store..."
"Turn that crap off!"
"Who ever heard of such a thing, Mick? This fellow just takes a snip of a person's hair, making them look like a complete idiot? There's nothing worse than that, and you just have to wait for it to grow back, and time slows down, as if an entire day takes a year!"
"Eh, well, I don't know. I don't understand this world anymore."
"Me neither. Well, alright sweetie, I'm going to my book club now. Goodbye, sweetie."
She walks to her car, gets in, turns the ignition, and drives to her friend's house for the book club. She parks. She checks her lipstick. There's a figure in the back seat! Ahkherhehrerher!!!!!!!! Snip. Snip. Snip. Ahhhdhdhdhdhdh!!!!!!!!!!!! Snip snip.
Later, they find her in her car.
"He, someone, a man, my hair, I....."
"God in heaven!"
"Oh my god, it looks terrible."
"Someone call a hairstylist! Call an ambulance! Call the police!"
To be continued...
