You never know when you need a quick comb.
I was walking through a dark alley when I was approached by an Elvis Presley impersonator, or his ghost, who knows.  I was a mess, running late for a date, and the king would not have it as he blocked my path.  His perfect hair, smile, and prestige.  I could not disrespect the king.  I quickly withdrew my switchblade comb, hit the switch, and bam, instant comb.  I combed my hair back, slicking it like the king.  I slipped my switchblade comb back into my pocket and the king faded away from my path.  This item is approved by the king.
Rating: 5 stars