What this place does to my hair

This desert is tough on my hair. I've lost my hair pins - they just disappeared one day. I could've sworn I saw Jar-Jar... never mind. Anyway, there are no stores, no malls to get ponytail hoders or anything. I must look like a wookiee.


This is driving me crazy! No shampoo, no conditioner, someone better send some over before I freak out. When this is over, this place is gonna get a mall, or at least a store. A huge one, with tons of hair supplies. Not to mention deoderant, socks, nail clippers, all that good stuff. It also needs some decent food. JJ says it's all natural, which leads me to think the food's made of bantha poo. But you wouldn't do that, would you JJ?

I wonder if anyone brought a comb...

(snap)

The Fork! I'm saved! Ha ha! Why didn't I think of this before? Man, this thing is whoopin' awesome! It does everything! See, I told you I wasn't crazy! Yee-haw!

(does a backflip)

(does a cartwheel)

(skips off somewhere)