"So I've noticed," she said, "What do you do?"

"I'm a part-time invader, myself," Paul stated proudly. "I guess you could say I'm part a' the cleanup crew." He snickered a bit.

"I see, have you ever worked with Randy?" asked Greta.

Paul shook his head. "I have worked with Randy I, though. He's full-time."

"What do you do when you aren't invading?" asked Greta.

By that time, they had reached the Schickelgruber-run salon at which Paul worked. "This," he said, bringing her inside and sitting her down in a large, rounded chair near the back.

"You do hair?" Greta asked, getting comfortable in the seat and letting down her bun so that her long, thick, blond hair came tumbling down.

"Sure do, sweetheart!" He adjusted the chair and tied a cover about her neck. As he was about to reach for a spray bottle and a comb, a much smaller female Schickelgruber approached and squinted at him.
"You just come from the bar again, Paul?" she accused, giving him a sniff.
"It ain't hurtin' nothin'," Paul insisted.

"Erm...you're not going in the habit of drinking and wielding scissors are you?" asked Greta uncomfortably.

"You got nothin' to worry about," Paul assured her, picking up a pair of scissors in each hand. "I'm good with my hands!" He juggled the scissors in the air, deftly catching them and twirling them on his fingertips. When he stopped, both pairs were held in the ready position and he snipped them triumphantly. The female coworker seemed satisfied, however warily, and returned to her post.

Greta gave him a small smile, "Alright, I'm ready, just trim the ends, and my bangs and then, if you could, straighten it so it looks nice an neat?"

"You got it." Paul sprayed and combed her hair, then went to work with his scissors and an iron. The work was fairly quick, and after a few minutes, Greta's hair was neater and straighter than it had ever been.

She gave it an experimental swish, loving the way the white, blond strands shined, "It's perfect!" she said, "I think I'll make you my regular!"

"Glad to hear it," Paul replied with a grin. "'Course I do go away on long missions sometimes... but I'll letcha know."

"That's fine by me, what do I owe you?" she asked.

"You don't owe me a thing," said Paul. "Don't go spreadin' it around, but this is a no-charge establishment."