Emmy has always had a penchant for causing the maximum amount of chaos in the minimum amount of time. His hair grew out for the first two years of his life but his luscious long blonde locks were becoming a tangled mess that veiled his mischievous gaze. In a whirlwind of frenzy and rebellion, Emmy embraced the majestic mullet, unleashing his inner rock god. His hair now flowed freely in the wind, business in the front, party in the back. No longer shackled by strands that blinded him, Emmy's unbridled spirit soared. His mane framed his face, a golden halo of chaos, a testament to his unrelenting pursuit of pandemonium. Emmy was reborn, a wild child unchained, his mullet a beacon of radical self-expression, shining bright for all to see.