Hair Golem

Somewhere out there in the landfills of every city I’ve ever visited, little black gobs of my lost hair are banding together, weaving their pound-for-pound-stronger-than-steel strands into an army I’ll dub (thank you, Ken) the Follicle Forces. My own private, self-renewing, marching band of marauders will eventually rise up in my defense, challenging any and all evil-doers who cross me by crawling into their clothing and making them itch like mad.

Perhaps you have already felt a taste of my authority, no?

I pledge to try to use my powers for good… but watch your back.