Fallout 32008

[In Underworld]

Snowflake:
[coughs] Terrible air down here... oh, oh! Hey! Look at that! A human! With hair! Hey, you think we can do somethin' about that?

Player:
About what? My hair?

Snowflake:
Yeah, man! That's what I do, I cut hair. I know, I know, you look around here and there ain't a lot of work to show off, right? These corpses only got half a head of the stuff, so I never get a chance to work on a full head. Come on! No charge!

Player:
How does a Ghoul end up as a barber?

Snowflake:
I prefer 'stylist' myself, but whatever works for you. Everyone has a gift, you know? I used to live in Rivet City. Folks there had enough money for me to do okay, but after I, uh... changed, no one would let me touch them. I ended up here. Of course a Ghoul with a barber shop makes about as much sense as a screen door on a submarine so... f*** it. I just took up Jet! At least it passes the time, you know?

Player:
Are you taking Jet over here?

Snowflake:
Well... yeah. So? What else do I have to do except get high? You think that I need to be sober to cut a Ghoul's hair? After work is cuttin' the skin off. These guys don't care how they look anyway, they just humor me.