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You know the kind I’m talking about. It’s playoffs, and you will preserve every bristle, whisker and lock on the off chance that your team will gain an advantage. Or maybe you just graduated from university, and you’re going to Coachella, and you just don’t give a fuck, and you progressively move from flow to mullet to skullet in a demonstration of genuine hair artistry. You may have also given up on the idea of ever getting laid again, but that’s beside the point.

Seuss has been cultivating flow. No playoffs. No fuck-you gesture as a post-graduation demonstration of individuality and will. Just three months of EI and an unwillingness to pay for a haircut. In honour of this, I present the following images as depictions of his creation.

I’m overdue for updating his Mii, clearly.

I was torn between this picture and a picture of Chewbacca, which was almost identical.

Let’s face it . . . even with that hair, I’d still do him.

This is the future. This is what I will be waking up next to in a few months. Somebody hold me.