"That's fucking revolting!" Kyle says as he catches up. It's easy - his companions are shorter than him.

"Why would you do that? It's like continuing to eat Chipotle when it makes you shit blood."

On their way to the food court he spots a salon. "Q, take a detour with me, tell them what to do. Then I'll catch up with you guys after, you can just telepathically tell me where to meet you." Kyle, veteran of Master Cuts once a year, thinks this can't possibly take very long.