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Pixel decided to cut off all of his hair one day. It came to him in bits and pieces. He’d found himself complaining about his hair one day and decided to do something with it: he made it get a job.

When that didn’t work (*rimshot*), Pixel stayed anxious about his hair. One day, he saw his enemily acquaintances Tim and Liam talking. There was something odd about them.

Pixel stared, trying to figure out what was odd, but could not. Liam leaned forward, pushed up his glasses, and moved his ponytail out of the way. Tim, unconsciously primed by Liam, leaned, pushed up his glasses, and moved his ponytail out of the way too.

Pixel stared longer, a faint tickling going on in his mind. Then, he felt his hand move up and slide the bridge of his glasses forward as he moved his ponytail out of the way.

Then it hit him!
Liam and Tim were gay lovers!

Then it hit him again!
Liam and Tim were identical twins!

Then it hit him a final time!

He tore off his glasses and rushed to the window: they were all male, they were all dorks, they were all wearing glasses, and they all had long hair.

He turned back around and saw them sitting in the table, caressing each other in a homoerotic incestuous way that left Pixel shivering to the bone.

That moment he decided he was going to cut his hair off.

Then it hit him!
A train.

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