"We're...," Ted trails off, furrowing his brows. "We're best friends, dude. Bandmates. Bros for life, dude."
"And bros for life make out on a semi-regular basis?"
"...Well, why don't we?"
"Why don't we what, dude?"
"Cut our own hair!"
The idea thrown out to the wind sounded more than insane. Neither of them knew the first thing about cutting each other's hair, let alone their own.