On monday you find yourself untied, and still adjusting to yur new haircut. You wake across the room and find a note, full of misspellings
Yo,
I got to go somwhere but as ur first present for talking lik white trash, (u wunt liek it now, but u wil in time) , I got a ful legth mirror so u can see the changes happening....be back in 10 b****.
Damon
PS The dorr's locked!
SO that was his name. Damon. You sigh, and scratch you armpits.
You armpits! You've never done such a vulgar thing! But you realize that tiny, tiny short little black hairs are poking out. You slap your forehead and realize it's the hormones that are doing it. They're not steriods, but seem to be the type that doctors presribe to people who have sreoius problems devolping.
Your about to complain to yourself about the boxers again when the door unlocks
"Like the new haircut?"