[Coughs something that sounds like "I didn't fucking do anything!"]
[Without his trusty hair gel, he... he may have become desperate enough to put "all natural" hair gel in his hair. Which has made his current predicament worse.]
[He appreciates the thought behind the thump on his back. And it dislodges the pebble from his throat. But she thumps him while he's on the edge of the platform, peering at the trolley on his tiptoes.]
[Frantically reaches out for something, anything to grab hold of and keep himself from falling.]
[But it's useless. The thump has unbalanced him enough to make him fall.]
Fucking! [By that he means the swear word. Not your village.]
[So in the end he's scalped himself after all. And the last thing he sees is his beautiful hair stuck in the trolley's gears before he falls to his death.]
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[Without his trusty hair gel, he... he may have become desperate enough to put "all natural" hair gel in his hair. Which has made his current predicament worse.]
[He appreciates the thought behind the thump on his back. And it dislodges the pebble from his throat. But she thumps him while he's on the edge of the platform, peering at the trolley on his tiptoes.]
[Frantically reaches out for something, anything to grab hold of and keep himself from falling.]
[But it's useless. The thump has unbalanced him enough to make him fall.]
Fucking! [By that he means the swear word. Not your village.]
[So in the end he's scalped himself after all. And the last thing he sees is his beautiful hair stuck in the trolley's gears before he falls to his death.]