"There there pretty, don't move an inch, these bolted daggers smite more than a pinch."
In return, a whimper stifled beneath thick duct tape.
Hatter's grubby fingers gripped and squirmed around the cutter's over-sized ears, one in each hand. Squinting, his tongue curled up in a concentration; a pile of butchered wigs lay tossed behind him. This was the last one and it had to be a success!
"In for a penny in for a pound, let's hope it's just hair that falls to the ground."
Like a crocodile's bite, the shears clapped shut, followed by the thudded wobble of a stool as Hatter hopped down onto the floor to gauge his work.
"Fabulous! What a win, now for the hairs on your chinny chin chin !"
Hatter placed the shears down and picked up a cutthroat razor, delicately fanning out the blade as he turned to face his terrified creation : queen-like and flanked by a row of defiled mannequins. He couldn't get over how well the blue dress fit the man's slender frame, but then that was why he chose him.
He'll do for now, Hatter thought. Until someone better came along.
Someone just like his Alice.
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