Ah, poor fellow. I come from a humid climate myself (glug, glug, glug) and I understand the difficulties of hair in such soggy environs. My advice is to just let your hair grow where it will, it's next to impossible to beat it into submission.
[walks over to Stephanos and gives him a friendly pound on the back]
"Hail and good weather, my friend!" He shouts at the top of his voice (which can be heard in the Barad-dur) "How art thou on this bright and cheery morn?!"
Is rather surprised to see Stephanos collapse on the ground and start moaning about his head.
"I think someone started his party early!" Kuruharan shouts again. "Let me get you some hair off the dog that bit you!"
Goes off to the refreshment table again.
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