The old Haitian woman waits quietly, while SoulStrike ponders the cards she's laid down.
"So I'm stuck with this thing for three weeks??"
She nods.
"And nothing, NOTHING will cut it? Not even that vacuum-home-haircare thing from Ronco?"
She points to the Nine of Cups. "That be the card representin' what's in your future. If you be gettin the Nine of Clippers you might have a chance, but cups dey not cuttin no Skittle-Fros..."
SoulStrike nods grimly and moves to leave the shop. "One last thing...can you tell me who did this to me?"
She pauses, considering. Then she points two posts up.
Driven to blind rage by the prospect of a Bad Hair Month, SoulStrike hunts down Racer53 and drowns him in a bathtub of L'Oreal. Why?
Because it was worth it.
