Jack Hatchett

"The *ridiculously* high-blown hair seemed to _rattle_ no less than the blades that were Todd's finger joints as he marched toward Lynx, his cybernetic red eyes flashing like they did when the cyborg was really cross.

"Hey, boss's ally", he harangued, seething, "reckon you might know what this thing was doin' outside my salon?!"

And he angrily tossed to the ground what looked like a menu that had been crumpled, smoothed over, partially torn and then crumpled and stomped on in a fit of petty rage.

A poultry based menu."