Hair: Losers! You know not what you've done! You could have had it all. If you'd simply given up your liberal ways, I could have slashed your taxes and ushered in a new prosperity! America could have been great again, you idiots! You're fired! All of you are fired!
[The talking hair atop Titus' corpse is interrupted by a voice from above. The loudest figure of the Three Pronged Trouser God speaks.]
Trouser God: My faithful, today you have smitten a nemesis. I accept your sacrifice. In exchange, I grant each of you virility, fertility, and endurance.
[A long, cock-shaped cloud slowly parts the other clouds and descends toward Titus' body. Titus is engulfed by the dick-cloud, which immediately rises majestically skyward, exploding in a show of white fireworks. The remains of Titus' body, the hair, falls limply to the ground. The Communers wait for it to move, but it does not. Before they can clean up the mess, a screeching vehicle roars into the scene. Tara Kokov emerges from the truck and begins her report.]
Tara: Shocking news today, the Free Love Commune--- where last night, NFL legend Brett Favre was found brutally murdered--- has suffered another surprising loss. In what may possibly be a case of auto-erotic asphyxiation, Presidential hopeful Donald Trump has died. Details are still sketchy, but rumor has it that his hair lived for several minutes without its life support. We'll have more on this story as it develops.
[Tara and her TV crew begin looking over the place where Trump died. Meanwhile, night is falling. A calm, peaceful moon rises into the dark sky. The evening is tranquil. The Trouser Gods are pleased for now, and their blessings smile upon the Commune as the inhabitants come out to play.]