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Mr. Cur Button
was always cuttin' other people's hair. He would take his scissors to people's whiskers without even a care. He would turn his detail on anyone's ponytail even without a dare. So what can we do? Perhaps steal his shoe! Maybe that would make it fair. We could make a deal so he'd slip on a banana peel all the way down the stair. I think what we'll do, because it seems most true, is take his scissors and chair. Then we can make him sit just like he'd make us commit and we'll cut his hair.
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