Bonzie had been siting nearby and noticed sweet little Susie's frustration. He suggested that she go to a barber. Susie didn't know of any barbers, seeing as she'd never cut her ten foot long hair before. She had reached a life moment, one of those moments where reflection is key. After a few reflecting seconds, Susie decided, with encouragement from friends, to set out on a quest, a quest for a barber.
She was a deprived child searching for adventure, and so her quest began in the front of the Starship, in the room labeled, 'Coats.' 'Why?' You ask. 'Why did she begin her search on the ship and not venture down town?' Well, she's not daft you know. She's not gonna jump from a moving plane just to look for a barber! Susie reached her delicate hand into the deapths of the closet. She felt the coats against it rubbing *rub dub swish swash* She called out in her sweetly fragranced voice, 'Barber? Barber?' Suddenly poor Susie was impaled! She felt a puncture, a bite! She'd been bit! 'Ouch!' she screamed. 'Naughty coat!' Indeed the coat was naughty it had pins in it, AND they were still attatched to the pinCUSION. But alas alas, no barber did she find. Susie, saddened by her failed first attempts on her quest, closed the closet door with a sigh.
She turned to the hall and shrieked! *AHH ARRRHHAAAAH!* There, there in the hall stood an ominous sweaty figure with pulsing red eyes, bloated cheeks and a queezy complexion. It was furiously stumbling toward her with arms outstretched. She jumped to one side to avoid its path and barely escaped being trampled as it darted into the nogan. Susie, using her better judgment, decided not to search the nogan for her barber.
She moved into a room with a plushly cusioned sofa. She thought to herself, 'This sofa is about as long as a person, I wonder if any barber could be hiding under it.' She began to feel her hands between the softly apolstered and well stuffed cusions, when suddenly her hand was frozen by something icy. She caught her breath and carefully and oh so slowly lifted the cusion up. Up it came, she couldn't quite see under it yet, but there was a rush of wind rushing under it, as if filling a void. *whoooosh rush swoosh* Then she heard in a deep, almost supernatural voice this simple word whispered, 'Spruce.' She jumped away and jammed the cusion back in place. The wind stopped rushing and the room was silent, seemingly more silent than before, deathly silent.
All of a sudden, Susie felt thirsty, she moved on down the hall in the Starship to get a glass of apple juice. There at the bar she found a man guzzeling a bottle of orange juice right from the container. Now kids, we know better than to drink straight from the container, don't we? Susie knew better too, and poured her apple juice into a cup. She looked rebukingly at the sweaty man and noticed that he probably could use a hair cut too. She asked him, 'Excuse me sir, but I noticed that you're in the same predicament as myself, and was wondering if you might have found a barber yet?' The man said not a word to Susie, but pointed his long finger toward the organ where Susie heard a familiar note, but it eminated toward her in an odd metalic way.
She began to walk to the other side of the organ, but tripped over a ball of hair and gut. Her heel accidentally punctured the gut and it rose up growling, 'Fee Fi Fo Fickel! I'm gonna impale you with my belt buckle!' Susie coward before the protruding gut, pleading for her life. It began to unbuckle as Susie quaked, fearing to see how the small pants would react to this dangerous movement, when a shadow brandishing scissors descended upon them. Johnny had come to protect sweet and innocent Susie! He had come to her rescue! Her knight, her savior, her love! The belt buckle was safely restored to a locked position after Johnny frightened away Susie's assailant with his stainless steel scissors.
He knelt down to lift Susie from the floor. She stared starrily into his beautious eyes, eyes unlike any she'd seen before. But her staring was interrupted, intruded on, blocked by nothing else but her own hair. Oh sweet Susie had begun her quest simply for cravance of an adventure, but now she was ready. She was ready to cut her hair from her eyes in order to see with clearness this man helping her to her feet. She asked him to save her from her blindness, to help her see clearly. And he replied softly, 'I am the barber.' He gently set Susie on his organ bench and took her hair easily between his fingers cutting it away utill it emulated his own. *snip split shu fru* Her hair fell away and Susie had a new sight on life.
She stayed with the barber, loving him too much to leave his side. But even still her bangs require occasional trimming. Today Susie loves the barber so much that she serves him even now by guiding others blind like she had been on their quest for sight. 
