"Wow, my hair looks really fab today. I am so impressed with my styling ability."

Fletcher ran a hand tentatively over his perfectly spiked hair.

"I'm so gorgeous..." He murmured, staring dreamily into a mirror.

He sniffed.

"What is that amazing smell?" He wondered out loud.

He sniffed again.

"My goodness," he exclaimed, "I do believe it's my hair gel!"

He quickly picked up the tin, unscrewed it and took a big whiff of the stuff.

"Devine!" He said happily. "Positively delicious! ...Hmmmmm."

That had gaven him an idea.

***

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Fletcher Renn, the last teleporter. If only he hadn't eaten his hair gel because he thought it smelled nice..."