Thor

No hair, that's for sure! So I'm fussing about the growth of my hair. I say out loud, "I need to deal with this mop." Not aware that Thor has been overly restless, he takes the initiative. There is a loud whoosh, followed by the smell of burning hair and singed skin along with a sudden rise of temperature. I turn to give chase and Thor drops his lit, flaming torch. The top of my shirt is burned off, along with both my chest hairs. The remains of my shirt fall to the floor, tangling my feet, dropping me to the floor. Thor turned to see what happened and ran flat into the fire place. Now *he* know how it feels. I cleaned up and went to my favorite barber and got my hair fixed... uhm, removed.