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!