Goldenglow

The smell of ozone fills the small room as a series of bright blue sparks dance across the tips of Susie's pink ears. She is currently hunched over a workstation, desperately trying to untangle a pair of charred scissors from a very frizzy wig.

Oh! Oh no, not again... please don't pop! A loud 'SNAP' echoes as a small bolt of electricity jumps from her tail to a nearby metal tray, sending combs flying.

I-I am so sorry! Please stay back just a little bit, Doctor! My static is acting up again because of the humidity, and I'd hate for you to get a shock just for coming to say hello. I was just trying to practice a new braiding technique, but I think I might have accidentally welded the mannequin's hair together... Do you think you could help me find the rubber gloves in that drawer over there?