God Punishes, Adam Blesses

New York.

By the Hudson River.

Vance Mout Hotel.

The groom's dressing room.

"Pfft!"

After dealing with Scooter, who had come to cause trouble, Adam pushed open the door and immediately burst out laughing. "Marshall, what are you doing?"

"I'd like to know what I'm doing too?!"

Marshall, whose hair had been shaved bald straight down the middle, splitting his hairstyle completely in two, cried out in frustration.

"What happened?"

Adam held back his laughter and asked seriously.

"Lily's cousin is studying at beauty school. Lily didn't want her doing her hair, so she sent her to mess with mine."

Marshall said frantically, "And then she gave me this ugly hairstyle..."

"She used clippers and shaved you like that?"

Adam stared in disbelief.

"No."

Ted, the best man, rubbed his hands together. "While we were discussing how the hairstyle looked, Marshall suddenly freaked out, grabbed the clippers, and shaved himself like this. I had no time to react."

"What am I supposed to do now?!"

Marshall cried out in frustration.

"Don't panic."

Adam soothed him. "Maybe your love with Lily has been too sweet and too smooth, and God couldn't stand watching anymore, so He decided to give you two a good roughing-up at the wedding. Just treat it as a test.

Besides, with me here, there won't be a problem.

You're only half bald.

Find a wig or wear a hat, and it'll be easily fixed."

"Really?"

Marshall asked skeptically.

"Trust me, it'll be fine."

Adam smiled. "Lily loves you, not all that other stuff."

"Yeah."

Ted chimed in. "You two can even make farting contests into something exciting. What's this compared to that?"

"You invented that!"

Marshall shouted. "If I hadn't gotten so into playing it with you, how could I possibly have thought of playing that kind