The skeleton man stole my weave

"COME IN TO THE SALON MY LADY!" the skeleton man said in a creepy tone. I don't care if the weird salon is covered in spiderwebs and has blood-red windows, I need my hair done ASAP.

But I was still wearing my weave.

The creepy salon chair was covered in eyes and the hair dryer had teeth on the inside, but hey I'm sure it does the job.

I sat in the chair and the salon chair said "Mmm, I taste weave!"

"EAT THE WEAVE!" the skeleton man commanded. And that chair ate my weave off my head!

"Hey, you douche! Why did you take my weave like that?!"

"WHY DID YOU GO TO THE SALON WITH YOUR WEAVE ON YOU STRANGE WOMAN?!"

"That's it!" I shouted. I took out my 5-ft fencing sword from my pocket. "It's on!"

"SO BE IT!" declared the skeleton man, and he took out a fencing sword of his own, but it was made of bone.

We clashed again and again, until I made the decisive blow that shattered his skull. "NOOOOOOOO!" the skeleton man yelled, and he toppled into a pile of bones on the ground.

For stealing my weave, I looted his bones for anything of value. I saw something hairy poking out from what was left of his skull and pulled it out of there.

It was my weave.

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