Ever since Mr. Chopped asked them to take him to the Hairdresser, they've been visiting her a lot. She's one of the most human of the many entities. It almost makes them wonder why a hairdresser of all professions is needed. But hey, no one complains about her work. One day, the two of them were sitting in her little salon. Some new chairs had come in and she was very happy with them. It brought a little color to the dull room. She was sitting in one of said chairs petting their hair as she gossiped. Their names had gotten around, and the gossip was making words and sentences easier to figure out. The Hairdresser definitely felt more down to earth than the others.

Hairdresser: "You hear? Mr. Chopped got lost again. Another hole. Not having a body must suck." She chuckles. With her help, conjugation was easier. Plus, she was getting more into their speaking habits, saying things like 'suck' instead of 'sad' or 'bad'.