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You decide to ignore the noise unless it grows louder. It doesn't sound as if it's coming from inside the house, so what difference does it make? You lap up the remainder of the Bloody Mary and sigh. What is wrong with you? Normally, you can stay awake all night and work, but tonight, you're not worth ten cents. You stare at the ceiling, and then at the thick hair on your ankles. Wasn't it lighter before? Somehow, it looks odd. A strange idea occurs to you: perhaps you need a haircut! You gradually become convinced of this and enter the bathroom in search of a pair of scissors and a razor. While rummaging around, you start to pant and realize at once what's been wrong with you all night: you're overheated, of course. This always happen when you need a haircut, doesn't it? You aren't absolutely certain, but it makes sense. You decide to start with your wrists and ankles, since the hair seems thickest there. You plug in your electric razor and begin to trim your left wrist. The skin underneath is smooth and taupe, and you smile to see it bare and smooth. Lost in thought, you shave as far as your elbow before you switch arms, although it doesn't matter, really. You marvel at how muscular your arms are; evidently, that exercise equipment was a good investment, in spite of all your complaints to the contrary. You imagine that you could lift a car with muscles that big. You'd try it right now if you weren't already in the middle of something. You shave your right arm to look like the left one, and then you lift up your pants legs to start on your ankles. Then, the telephone rings. Who could it be at two o'clock in the morning? A weirdo?
Written by Joey Liverwurst