My father was a tall, burly sort of man.
Wore a size 15 shoe and worked his nights at a Canadian Rogaine factory.
One night, someone left the cover off a vat of concentrated product.
My father went to remedy the situation but slipped on the wet floor and fell in.
Being shunned by society for his excessive (and luxurious) hair growth,
he wanders the wilderness alone and hunted by the Discovery Channel.

Oz