Call in the shrinks, cause getting my head shaved did something strange to me.

I suddenly have the urge to shave other people's heads.

I know, it sounds bizarre. But I can't control it.
Even the word 'shaved' just sounds cool.
Shaved shaved shaved.
Why fight it?

So, I bought myself a nice pair of clippers, and decided I had a new mission in this life.

Shave as many people as I possibly can.

I took the clippers to work the next day.
Around the middle of the day, I took them out of my desk drawer. Someone - I didn't care who - was going to be shaved. If no one volunteered, I'd take an employee by force. Ambush a work associate at the water cooler, or better yet, sneak up behind one who was making copies.

* BUZZZZT *

I strolled out into the main office.
Holding the clippers high above my head, I yelled, "I am walking into the bathroom with a pair of powerful clippers! Anyone who would like their head shaved should take a break and follow me now!"

To my surprise, two people stood up.

A third was trying to decide if he should or not - a modest amount of peer pressure pushed him over the edge, and the four of us marched down the hall and took over the bathroom.