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ch. III

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Eventually Valentino got bored of whipping his hair back and forth.

























































































































































































































































































































































































JUST KIDDING.

Valentino puts on his fruitiest clothing, complete with peter pan tights, knee-high hot pink boots, a boa, and of course, a HAIRTIE.

The moth puts his singular hair into a sigma masculine manbun. "Maybe I can get Velvette to braid my hair!" he exclaims, tossing his baby hair over his broad shoulder.

"I slay," he decides.

Angel Dust comes in, looking up at the man he barely recognizes. "Uh...hello sir with luxurious hair," he says formally. "Who are you?"

"It's me, Valentino," Valentino says, rolling his eyes. He had hair now. He was invincible.

Angel laughs. "Nuh-uh. Valentino is a slimy vasoline-covered pervert with no hair."

Valentino growls and transforms into a wolf. "I'm the alpha I'm the leader I'm the one to trust!"

Angel screams like a little girl. "NOT ZOMBIES 2!!!"

"YES ZOMBIES 2!!!"

"IT GAVE ME NIGHTMARES!!!"

"I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!!" Valentino growls. "I'M MAKING A ZOMBIES 2 PORN AND YOU'RE GONNA STAR IN IT!!" he points a wolf fingy at Angel.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Just as Valentino lifted Angel by the neck, Vox burst in, now suddenly conscious after the affects from his previous boner.

"Oh my GYATT!" he exclaims, looking at the half-wolf half-Valentino specimen before him, still slaying the day away with his singular hair.

Vox started fangirl crying, as his mascara smeared and he clutched his daddy's--I MEAN--Valentino's face. "You're....so.....sigma...." the glorified iPad gasped.

Just as he passed out, Vox twirled the strand of hair between his fingers lovingly, falling DEAD on the floor.

"NOOOOOOO VOXXY-POO!" the moth cried.

Angel rolled his eyes and plucked Valentino's hair off his head, making Valentino shrink back into regular-old Baldentinhoe.

"WAAAAHHHH!" the beach ball head wailed.

Just then, a HERD of fangirls, meme makers, fanfiction writers, and simps all came crashing in, taking pictures and checking their reflections from Valentino's head.

And he never grew another strand of hair ever ever again.

Because why?

Because he didn't really deserve it.

Then they all started doing the "Karma" dance.

The End.

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