38. A Trip To The Barber

After breakfast, Ah-mo was escorted to the jail barbers' ... Ah-moe, of course, did not have to, since he was already more bald than the rest of the inmates. His head was completely void of any signs of hair.

As they entered the brightly lit cell, they could see an old man dressed in a sloppy old slinglet, sitting on the chair, head nodding away. As they entered, the barber stood up, gave a big stretch and motioned Ah-mo to the chair.

The sleepy barber couldn't be bothered who was sent there. He whipped out his trusty electronic hair shaver and started to push it along Ah-mo's head.

"Kng! Kng! Kng! ..." The teeth of the shaver ground with Ah-mo's hair, and was completely worn out in the matter of seconds.

"Huh?" The barber couldn't believe his eyes. Undefeated, he whipped out his spare shaver and repeated the process.

Another spoilt in seconds.

By this time, the barber was fully awake. In fact, he was angry that he had wasted two expensive shavers. He was determined that he wasn't going to be beaten. He stomped out of the cell, and returned promptly with a whole set of equipment in a big toolbox.

...

Terrifying sounds of metal grinding reverberated through the dark corridors, followed swiftly by blood curling screams of "ARGH!!!" and the frequent clanking of metal on the floor, both echoing through the corridor in the early morning.