"You hair is a mess! Let me brush it!" Best Jeanist shouted, chasing you around with a comb You tried to run away from Best Jeanist, but he was faster and caught up to you. He held the comb up to your hair and started to brush it. At first, it was painful, but as he worked his way through the tangles, the sensation turned into a soothing one. "Ah, there we go," he said, admiring his handiwork. "Your hair looks much better now. Remember, presentation is key, even in the midst of battle."