He's roughly 4 feet away, and wielding a rather nasty looking shoe. He demands you give him all your hair, and stand on your head. For an hour.

Within easy reach, is a digital clock with a sordid past, just trying to go straight, your lava lamp (who secretly loves your girlfriend/boyfriend/significant animal for you furfa-furries), and half of a Snickers bar, which comforts you on those long, cold nights.

How do you save your oh-so-precious hair, de aru?!

(also, lultypo in title <3)

i told him your hair is better and that i havent bathed in a month........i dont need a weapon.........

throw the clock at his balls -does so- awwww thats got to hurt-

"I have no hair." *rips the clock out of the wall, bashes him upside the head with it like a flail, then wraps the cord around his neck and strings him up until im fairly certain that he's dead.*