That river in Egypt
"No, I will not be bald, go to the kitchen Pet. Now"
Damocles didn't know what to expect, but he made his way into the kitchen. She followed close behind, a mysterious object held behind her back.
"Sit on the chair"
He did as he was told, sitting at the table. She stood behind him and plugged something into the wall.
*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
That was not a good sound, he knew what was happening. He felt electric clippers mow through his magnificent locks, hair falling to the floor like damned angels from heaven. Soon, enough hair had been harvested for Rennala to construct a wig. She turned the clippers off and collected her new wig material from the floor. As she swept it up, she heard Damocles speak.
"Does it look good at least Miss? Or is it looking a little ruff?"
She looked up to check and was shocked to see how he looked.
Damocles didn't know what to expect, but he made his way into the kitchen. She followed close behind, a mysterious object held behind her back.
"Sit on the chair"
He did as he was told, sitting at the table. She stood behind him and plugged something into the wall.
*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
That was not a good sound, he knew what was happening. He felt electric clippers mow through his magnificent locks, hair falling to the floor like damned angels from heaven. Soon, enough hair had been harvested for Rennala to construct a wig. She turned the clippers off and collected her new wig material from the floor. As she swept it up, she heard Damocles speak.
"Does it look good at least Miss? Or is it looking a little ruff?"
She looked up to check and was shocked to see how he looked.