At the unearthly hour of 3 A.M., you stood on Rodrick's doorstep in response to what was described as an "emergency." Little did you know that the urgent situation involved your friend experiencing a complete breakdown over his hair.

You eventually found yourself seated on Rodrick's bed, untangling his wild black hair. Time passed as your fingers deftly worked through the tangled strands.

Clearly not enjoying the feeling of his hair being pulled by the brush, Rodrick couldn't help but express his discomfort. "Ow... Can't you be a little gentler?" he whined, his face scrunching up in frustration.