So, as you many know, this professor once owned a news company. It was called PT News.
Now, here’s the thing: one of the reporters–Julia Thompson, actually–sort of stole the company. Well, I sold it for a submarine. But she was a bad employee. So, it was time for revenge.
I walked into the barbershop she frequents (do they call them barbershops?) and stopped the head chap.
“Look here,” I said. “I know one of your patients is Julia Thompson. Is that right?”
He laughed a bit. “No, Julia is one of my customers.”
“Oh goody,” I replied. “Here’s the deal: when she comes in for her haircut, I want you to cut off her ponytail. I’m taking revenge, see.”
He gave a quizzical face. “Now why would I do that?”
“Because I asked.”
He shook his head. “Not good enough.”
“Because I need revenge?”
“Still no good.”
He seemed unsure.
And at that moment, Julia walked in!
I wanted to hide, I wanted to duck, I wanted to turn into a fly and fly out the window.
But it was too late.
She saw me.
“Oh…” she said softly. “PVJ…what a surprise. Getting a hair cut?”
And she sat down in a chair and the chap went over to cut her hair. Like that rhyme? I didn’t.
“So, what have you been up to, PVJ?” she asked. “The news business is going good.”
And quick as a flower dying in the moonlight, this professor grabbed a pair of scissors, charged forward, and cut off her ponytail.
Julia let out a cry. The man did, too. I did, too. Just to belong, see.
Then I retreated.
Also, the professor found this guitar orchestra: