Me: Hello all or one-
Will: That didn't make any sense!
Me: Exactly.
Will: ...
Me: OK. As you can see-or not, Will's dear Alyss here, seems to have a problem...
Alyss: *staring at a picture of Justin Bieber, drooling*
Jenny: *follows suit with Alyss*
Me: ...OK Jenny as well...HORACE DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!
Horace: *froze-in front of a store that sells Justin Bieber pictures, Justin Bieber CDs, Justin Bieber autographs, Justin Bieber T-shirt, Justin Bieber-well everything!
Will: What the heck is wrong with them?
Me: I don't know, why are you asking me? Let's take a visit to Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt then, shall we?
Will and I: *drags Alyss, Jenny, and Horace to THE office*
Stupid-Office-Lady: Hello, welcome. How may I help you?
Me: *struggles with the misfortunate, diseased apprentices*
Will: Umm...we need to talk to Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt.
Stupid-Office-Lady: Well, do you guys have an appointment?
Will: Nooo...
Stupid-Office-Lady: Then you cannot enter, unless you make one.
Will: *shocked* *flips out* WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN'T SEE HIM? I'M HIS APPRENTICE! THEREFORE, I HAVE FULL ACESS TO ENTER! WHAT IS FRIGG'IN WRONG WITH YOU?
Stupid-Office-Lady: *cowers behind her desk* *squeaks* Nothing!
Will: Then can you see that these people need him? *points at Alyss, Jenny, and Horace*
Alyss, Jenny, and Horace: *drools*
Me: EWWY! They drooled on me! *rushes to the bathroom to wash off*
Will: See?
Stupid-Office-Lady: OK! Second floor, first door on the left! Just go!
Will: Thank-you!
After I was done, Will and I dragged the three patients to Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt's room.
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: Why, hello Will! What brings you here?
Will: Hi, Halt! Umm...there's something peculiar about them. *points at Alyss, Jenny, and Horace*
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: *studies the three peoples* Hmmm...interesting...
Me: Well?
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: It appears that they have "Bieber Fever."
Me: So?
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: So, what?
Me: How do you cure it?
Will: *on Google* There is no cure!
Me: What?
Will: Well, there's one but I don't think that'll help.
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: What is it, though?
Will: Suicide.
Everyone: ...
Me: Let's take a go at it!
Will: NOOO! My, Alyss!
Me: ...I was thinking about Horace...
Horace: What? Huh, huh what about me? Is Justin Bieber here?
Will: Hmm...not a bad idea...
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: What? No. There will be no killing here!
Will and I: Fine, be like that!
Me: Ha, jinkx you owe me a soda!
Will: Crap.
Me: So wat are you going to do, Dr. Halt?
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: That's Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt to you. And to answer your question, I'm gonna try to talk to them.
Will: TALK? What'll that do?
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: You'll see...
So the patients and Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt went to a different room to "talk." Whilst, Will got me my soda...YAY! He got me Dr. Pepper! Yes...
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt, Alyss, Jenny, and Horace: *came back into the room*
Alyss and Jenny: *shuddering continuously*
Horace: *whines and massages his face (slap marks were present) *
Will: Halt...what'd you tell them?
Me: Does it really matter? At least they're cured.
Will: ...Halt?
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: Do you really want to know?
Will: No.
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: OK then!
Will: Thanks a lot, Halt!
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: No problemo! You guys can visit me anytime! And Will...
Will: Yeah?
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: Your bill is $70.
Will: What? But I'm your apprentice!
Dr. Grey-Beard-Halt: That's why you get a discount. The normal price would've been $100.
Will: *mutters* Stupid economy...*takes out his wallet*
Sorceress of the Nightwing: wow that was a weird chappy...oh and I don't owe R.A or Justin Bieber, or the Office Lady...so please tell me what you think! Review!
