*Jonah re-enters the bar,furious and shaken.He sits on the corner table,takes out a sharp kukri,and takes one of his dreadlocks away with a clean swipe.Cursing under breath,he slowly removes all the beads from the lock of hair,and rushes out of the room.He returns a minute later and tosses a handful of beads into the trash compactor.*
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.
