"Next!" Death called.

"…That might the freakiest thing I have ever heard in my life," Pip said.

"He's harmless now. I promise. He cuts hair," Seras said.

"Easy for you to say, you're already dead. You've got nothing to fear from him."

"Actually," Death said as he floated into the room. "I can still kill her as well."

Seras' eyes widened. "…You can?"

"Oh yes. I did it Walter Bernhardt many years ago. I am, or rather I was, an angel of death after all." He picked up a clipboard. "Now, who's next?"

"HE IS!" Seras shouted.

"SHE IS!" Pip yelled at the same time.

They both stared at each other, jabbing their fingers in the other's direction. Eventually Pip faltered and sighed. "Damn chivalrous impulses," he said as he stood up.

Seras smiled. "I wasn't aware you had chivalrous impulses."

"I'm a descendent of French knights, cherie. Chivalry is our blood," Pip said as he sat in the chair. Seras came into the room and leaned against a door to watch.

"No you aren't. Your family has been mercenaries for generations now."

Pip raised an eyebrow. "And how do you claim to know that?"

Death threw a sheet around him and fastened it behind his neck. "I'm Death. I know these things. Now what can I do for you?"

"Cut his braid off," Seras said.

Pip twisted around in his seat. "What? We never agreed on that!"

"It's a ludicrous thing to have in a fight," Seras responded. "Last week you nearly got yourself choked to death by the damn thing"

"So short hair?"

"No! Just trim it a bit. Maybe halfway down the back."

Seras shook her head. "No. All the way. You do realize that I'm the one that suffers as a result of your long hair? It gets caught in my throat when we sleep!"

Pip slumped sullenly in his chair. "Freaking Delilah."

"Why don't we compromise?" Death said. "I'll cut it to shoulder length and you can pull it back into a pony-tail. Trust me, I'll show you how to make it look good."

Pip glanced over at Seras, who nodded. "That works," he said.

Death nodded and spun his scythe around. He reared back and swung.

Pip fell forward, clutching his head. Seras ran up and knelt down to him. "Pip! Are you alright? PIP!"

"Uganda…" Pip said. "I'm back in Uganda. My eye… my eye!"

Seras threw her arms around him. "It's okay. I'm here. I'm here."

Death snapped his fingers and Pip's vision suddenly cleared and he was back in the barber shop.

"I'm terribly sorry sir, was that your soul I just nicked?"