Klaus beamed and caressed one of the tentacles, "This is going to be fun..."

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"So how you feelin'?" Randy VIII asked, in no hurry to squeeze back into his clothes.

Klaus stretched, "Good, that was a lot of fun, and I got it all on film!" he said.

"You gon' give me a copy?" asked Randy.

"Of course....how much do I owe you for tonight?" asked Klaus, his face falling a little as he forced himself to return to reality. Randy was with him because he was being paid, this was all just business....

Randy paused to look at the clock, calculating his price based on how much time they'd spent together that evening and what sorts of things they'd done. "...Tell you what, honey. Things went a little different than usual, so tonight I'm workin' for tips."

Klaus gave him a small smile, kissed his cheek and then handed him a diamond the size of a baseball.

Randy grinned. "With tips like these, who needs hourly rates?" He frowned suddenly. "Don't nobody take that literally, now," he added. His smile returned as he traced a finger along Klaus's chin. "But my offer still stands on hangin' out with me again sometime--off the clock."

...

Bert and Paul headed to the pub, "Do you know Randy IX very well?" Bert asked.

Paul shook his head. "Nuh-uh, but I seen 'im around," he answered.

"You familiar with the rest of my family?" asked Bert, "Randy VIII and the lot?"

"Yeah, they're a pretty well-known bunch," said Paul. "Wrastled a few of 'em at the gym. You live with Randy VIII?"

"He's my adopted father," said Bert, "What's your story, Paul, is it?"

Paul nodded. "Not much to it. I'm a hundred and six, been here my whole life. I'm a hairdresser... and part-time space invader."

"A hairdresser?" Bert asked, "no offence, I wouldn't have thought it,"

Paul grinned, showing off a set of enormous sharp teeth. "You oughtta see me with a pair of scissors."