or look like you escaped from the walrus exhibit.
———with a shaved head, you could be my brother!
I’m afraid to inform you that my mother really messed things up while bringing me into this world (she will tell you this herself), she lollygagged and my now my head shape wouldn’t support a chrome dome aesthetically. I am forced to grow thick, curly hair instead and a dark blonde to boot. God has cursed me in this, and I will bear it.
I’ll still be your brother though heh.