Enjolras: [in a crowded bar and can’t find Grantaire]
Enjolras: [shouting] ENJOLRAS HAS TERRIBLE HAIR!
Grantaire: [emerges from under a table] Excuse you, every hair on his head is––
Victor Hugo: [bursts through the fourth wall like the Kool-Aid Man] I WILL BURN THIS ENTIRE BAR TO THE GROUND