Hair is the form of currency . It 's categorized by color , length and quality [ WP ]

`` And what seems to be the problem today?'' 
 
 `` Uh, Sir, this gentlemen here wanted to make a deposit. I have doubts as to its... authenticity.'' 
 
 `` Yes. Of course. If I may?'' The manager said, taking the strand and holding it to the light for several seconds. A moment passes as he weighed his words. 
 
 `` I'm very sorry sir. But this does appear to be Faux.'' 
 
 `` I DO N'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU THINK! THAT'S 100 % PURE PLATINUM BLONDE!'' 
 
 `` Sir, I understand that you're upset. But if you continue to make a scene I will have no choice but to call the Barbers.'' 
 
 `` Hmpph!'' The man said, stalking off. After watching him exit, the manager turned towards the teller. 
 
 `` Thank you Thomas. Very observant of you. Probably from a wig, no doubt. Although I did see one from a wolf once! In fact...'' 
 
 The manager's story was cut short by another argument developing further down the counter. Straightening his suit, he strode over to the disturbance. 
 
 `` Sir,'' The beleaguered teller began, `` Ginger hair was recently devalued. It's now 1 Blonde hair equals 3 Brunette hairs equals...'' 
 
 `` This is outrageous! I demand to speak with the manager!'' The man shouted, clutching several strands of red hair. 
 
 `` And here I am sir. I am sorry, but the government recently announced that the new conversion ratio would be...'' 
 
 `` Forget it!'' The man spat, tossing his red hairs into the air. 
 
 The manager sighed. Heading back to his office, he sat heavily behind his desk. He had been handling irate customers all morning, and was getting a headache. Downing some pills, he closed his eyes for a moment. With another sigh, he launched himself into his paperwork. 
 
 He had nearly finished his productivity and growth estimates when several screams came from the lobby. Rushing from his office, he saw the source of the commotion. He pressed the silent alarm before the words `` Bank Robbery'' fully formed in his mind. In the lobby, several ski-masked men with guns and scissors had taken prisoners and had starting shearing the customers.
