"Don't you dare!" you exclaimed as you saw Price holding a razor to his beard.

"It's scorching, and this beard's a hassle," Price grumbled, wincing as you swiftly snatched the Beard-destroyer from him.

Price sighed in exhaustion and heat, giving up the argument as he watched you destroy yet another razor

"No razor shall harm my Quokka!" You'd yell victoriously, Price merely sighing in response, "Seriously..."