Sighing, the barber tried to smile. He had seen people like this before. "Well, sit right there, and we will see what we can do for you today!"
"No!" Fred yelled, very frustrated. "I mean, no. You don't understand. I want you to get my scissors back for me!"
"Ask your friend! I'm sure he'll return them if you want," barked the barber, obviously annoyed at this point.
"Well...you don't understand. My friend is a..."
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