Makeover

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[B wanders into an area of the Astral Plane that actually has life. He is now dressed like L, wearing a long-sleeve white shirt, baggy jeans, and no socks or shoes. He scans the crowd, but then looks back down at his feet, which are fidgeting. He is not smiling, and in fact is a little jittery.]

It's official. This place is fucked up.

[He looks up, thoughtful but tired.]

Can anyone give me a haircut? ... I am also in need of eyeliner.