Haircuts: Story 2

Why do stories start with ‘once’ or ‘a long time ago?’ Well this one does not. Just kidding, a long time ago in a place not far from here there was this guy who was determined to make everyones life miserable. He succeeded in making the dog’s life miserable, but thats about it. He decided that he needed to find a better more useful way to enslave people. So he bought a bomb and hired batman. Unfortunately Batman had found a new calling in life - hair curling . . . It was around this time that this guy was invited to be Batman’s right hand stylist. Soon he found out that nothing made people more miserable than a bad haircut. With this in mind he devised a plan to give everyone a bad hair cut, at the same time. This put Batman out of business. Batman was so hurt by this injustice that he plotted his revenge. The revenge went something like this: “I’m Batman . . . Helicopters . . . Dang.” Helicopters had been outlawed in their country due to an invasion of masses of birds . . . who wants air strikes anyway? At least he tried, but there must be still the use of something that riddles an enemy. Batman thought, but couldn’t think anymore, so he cried, a lot. He lost his helicopter, he lost his business . . . he decided there was only one thing left to do. . . . bury himself alive, and hibernate for a thousand years. The guy, whose name was Billy had now died and this made Batman very happy when he awoke from his slumber. So Batman continued to cut hair, and eventually managed to buy his helicopter back and then moved to Wisconsinite. By then helicopters were outdated and so Batman gave people rides charging fifty dollars a person as a side business. Thus Batman lived the rest of his days happy, dying a ripe old man with helicopter and hair styling money. The end.