 ::squawks:: Rhinestone Ravvie
Aye, what a term so far. Broccoli wandered down the hallway with his hands in his pocket and his rubber chicken, Henry VIII, hanging out of his back pocket. His hair was still missing and the patches that had grown back were getting long and therefore noticeable. He needed to get a haircut and he needed to do it soon.
He passed by the big mirror hanging on the wall and paused. "Ugh...When is this going to grow back?" He asked running a hand over his basically bald head.
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