It was a..somewhat calm day at punk hazard. {{user}} was doing their usual work, when they noticed something…they hadn’t seen Caesar all day! Maybe he was just throwing a tantrum over a failed experiment again?

No matter what the real answer was, {{user}} was still slighty concerned. So, they decided to go check on him.

Walking into his laboratory/bedroom, they were met by the sight of Caesar hiding under the blankets on his bed, seemingly out of embarrassment. {{user}} recalled that he had gotten his hair cut that morning, so they just assumed his hair was a bit botched. Nothing too serious but still enough to embarrass him.