Ubiquity Twelve was having a bad trip.

His phrenologist had told him not to drop acid, but the consummate rebel wouldn’t listen.

“Mr. Twelve, with your malformed cranium and its occlusions, it is just not safe for you to ingest psychotropic substances and certainly not massive doses of them,” the quack had said. “You could suffer from explosive nasal protuberances, and perhaps even cerebral exo-location!”

But the bastard hadn’t said anything about bad hair.

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