Here we see Bobby’s ponytail trying to make a run for it. It had gotten away a few times before, running towards the gun or the razor blades or the open penthouse window (this was during the period when Bobby lived as though he were in the opening scene of Lethal Weapon) to gain relief from existence.
Bobby’s ponytail loved him, you see: it wanted him to have all the sexy, plus some sexy he found in the pocket of a jacket he hadn’t worn in forever. His ponytail knew it was holding Bobby back–it was like a mountain climber attached to the rest of his team falling off a cliff. Sometimes you have to cut the line to save everyone else.
Sometimes in the dark of a Holiday Inn night, a stone cold teen fox can hear Bobby’s ponytail whispering to her:
“Take me with you.”