Lance, walking out of a training session, sweaty, exhausted, they've been in a space for about a year now: Ugh, that was hard
Keith: Hey mullet head!
Lance, shocked spinning around: HEY THATS YOUR NAME
Lance, pausing, a sudden realization dawning on him that he hasn't cut his hair since he's been here: wait
Lance: //runs to a mirror
Lance: FUCK NOW IM THE MULLET WEEB
Keith: //evil laughter in the distance













