S stands before the mirror, a lock of hair in her hand. She sighs and turns on a razor. She begins to shave patterns into her hair. 5 panels of less and less hair. She saves the tuft at her part for last.

H walks in later, and sees the hair on the floor. She makes a sad sympathetic face. Then she sees something off screen that outrages her.

In her car, S answers her phone. She is wearing H's wig. 

Summer: 'Allo? 

Hats: Summer, where is my fucking professor wig?? 

Summer: Summer? Who iz Summer? Zis is zee Panther. 

Hats: I have other wigs, you know. You didn't have to take the only one I need! 

Summer: Zee Panther strikes vhere she iz least expected!