V was half way down the hall when he heard a yelp. He hightailed it back, barging through the door. What? What’s …
I’m going bald!
V whipped back the shower curtain and frowned. What are you talking about? You’ve still got your hair…
Not my head! My body, you idiot! I’m going bald!
Vishous glanced down. Butch’s torso and legs were shedding, a rush of dark brown fuzz pooling around the drain.
V started laughing. Think of it this way. At least you won’t have to worry about shaving your back as you get old, true? No manscaping for you.
He was not surprised when a bar of soap came firing at him.