“You want me to what?”
“I want you to help me shave my head.”
“You’re going to cut your mohawk? Why?”
“We’re going to New York in a week. I think it’s time for a change. I want something new.”
“Okay. But why are you asking for my help?”
“I figured it’s either you or Finn and, no offense to your brother, I think you can actually help more than he can. Last time he tried to help, it was a disaster.”
“Are you sure, Puck? I don’t want you having a fit because your hair is ruined.”
“I won’t.”
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