Time for some modifications

"Why the hell would a glorified wardrobe need to put restraints on a chair?", Alex yelled to no one in particular. It was unlikely anyone would hear him given the thickness of the walls in the bunker, still his yell worked to alleviate some of his anger, but not by much.

The second wave of appendages appeared, each looking more distinct than the last. One resembled a brush, the other a tube and the last he could see resembled a clipper. Alex internally screamed and wondered what that one in particular could be used for.

"Commencing application procedure", chirped Jenny's perpetually unwelcome, synthesized voice, before the various tools began to encroach on Alex.

The first to reach him was the brush which began to smoothly kneed at his his neck-length, slightly poufy, golden hair. Various shampoos, conditioners and foams were interspersed between each stroke of the brush until Jenny booted to life once more.

"Hair strand length insufficient for package requirement. Applying anagen stimulant", and soon as the voice command had been issued, a nozzle emerged from the ceiling, and a sickly yellow liquid was squirted in the lathered mixture.

"Wait! What does that mean? What is that?", Alex demanded.