Admin: FRANCOIS~?!

hello

Admin: HELLO. O.o

what

Admin: *holds up electric shaver* You needa shave off that scruffy beard, dude.

Chibis: *doing the theme from Jaws in a capella in the background*

*covers beard* no

Admin: *appears to be floating closer*

Chibis: *get louder as she gets closer*

*runs*

Admin: *appears in front of him, holding up the shaver* Shavin' time, buddy! :D

*runs behind mat*

Chibi!Matt: *armed with electric shaver too* Hey, papa. ^-^

*screams and runs to adult Oliver * save me

Admin and chibi!Matt: *slowly get closer, being joined by more and more chibis, all armed with shavers*

*scared, running*

Chibis and Admin: *keep walking* No beard. No beard. No beard. No beard. No beard. *continue chanting*

*trips and falls*

Admin stopped walking, the chibis continuing and flowing around like an ocean of zombies urging forward, craving the feeling of his beard under their razors. Admin stood in a bada$$ way, giving him a creepy-a$$ smile.

s-s-stay away

Admin smiled, eyes wide and shining with evil intentions. "Oh, dude, no. Sh*t just now got interesting." She said, giggling a little. The chibis were about five feet away from him now and they were all suddenly dressed as barbers. Chibi!Austria was suddenly in the background playing ragtime, wearing a barbershop quartet suit.(my sister helped me with some of the overdramatic wording, she's great with that shiz.)

*crying* please

"Oh, please yes! I just adore ragtime~." She said, eyes tearing-up from her laughter, the chibis were right in front of him now, shavers at the ready.

*scared to death*

Admin fell to her knees in laughter. "Dude!! We're just gonna shave your beard off! Holy crapola, you overreact to stuff!" She said, hitting the ground with her right fist. A few chibis pinned him to the ground as chibi!Alfred shaved off his beard.

*holding still*

The chibis quickly shaved off his beard and admin returned to her normal RP ways.

Admin: See? I don't see what you were making such a big fuss over. *rolls eyes*

*covers face*

Admin: now what's your problem?

don't look at me *crying*

Admin: *stares*

stop

Admin: *soft, whispering, Canada voice* No, Francois, I don't wish to, so I shan't.

Canada?