Just Lather, That=s All (from Captain Torres point of view)
As I walked into the barber shop, the barber was passing his razor back and forth through a strop. As I got ready, I noticed who he really was, a rebel. I know his kind is against mine, but I still took the chance of him having the perfect chance to kill me. I took off my bullet-studded belt, hung it on the wall and covered it with my military hat. I said to the barber, A It was hot as hell. Give me a shave.@ I then sat in the chair.