“It’s still there! It’s still-HOLD STILL I’LL GET IT!!” The Hatter exclaimed as he rolled up a flyer from his pocket and started to bat Demyx’s head with it. “Off! Off I say! Nasty thing won’t come off your head-GET OFF!! This boy still has his head you know and it doesn’t need you to-” After a couple of minutes of batting away at Demyx’s head, the Mad Hatter soon realized that it was his hair and not a bird. What magic was this?!

Pausing and the Hatter made another gasp, “The bird! IT HAS TRANSFORMED INTO THE FORM OF YOUR HAIR!” He clutched his hands against his cheeks in pure horror, “Oh no! Now we can never remove it!”