The three men stumbled out the door, leaving a trail of hair clippings and shattered pride.
Zohan stood in the center of the salon, shears held loosely at his side. The three men were frozen—partly in pain, partly in sheer humiliation. Dmitri touched his new pink Mohawk and whimpered. watch don't mess with the zohan
The third goon, seeing this, turned to run. But he slipped on a puddle of leave-in conditioner and crashed headfirst into a display of organic combs. The three men stumbled out the door, leaving
Dmitri and his goons pulled out brass knuckles and a taser shaped like a drill. watch don't mess with the zohan