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If the apocalypse comes…beep me! You’re really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren’t you? I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was, I was present while you were unconscious, from the ice. I don’t buckle. Occasionally I swashbuckle. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I heart my porn, but this is cool! No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. Can’t even shout, can’t even cry.

 
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Captain’s teeth. Who’s calling me? Everybody I know lives here. Stay with me. Forever. That’s the whole point. Say Skywalker, and I smack ya. Or even worse, a sneezure. Why not default them with ninja skills or whatever? It has nothing to do with me. It’s like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet: I will end you. I’ve got four brothers, none of them Democrats.
Yeah, it was sexy the way she touched me real hard with her fists. Why can’t you just masturbate like the rest of us? And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster. How did you find me here? I told him that I loved him, I kissed him, and I killed him. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. The gentlemen are coming by. It was supposed to confuse him, but it just made him peppy. I mean, officially I deplore violence, but that was totally worth the loss of karma points! Time is what turns kittens into cats.
Time is what turns kittens into cats. Hey I could whip up a love slave any day I wanted. You will keep a civil tongue in this house or we’ll put your tongue in a stew. Well, a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, dip, less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage; and hootenanny, well, it’s chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. You can’t open the book of my life and jump in the middle. The living legend needs eggs! Freedom is life’s great lie.
All monkeys are French. You didn’t know that? First of all, Feng Shui up the yin yang, also I designed parts of it but I did not design the stone cold foxes in the small clothes and the ample massage facilities. I’m the one who brings about the thought-pocalypse. Did you know that the only animal in the animals crackers that has clothes is the monkey? Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet: I will end you. Men, with your sales. Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they had 150 years to get it right. You’d best make peace with your dear and fluffy Lord. For this plan to work, River and I will have to be dead. Well, a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, dip, less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage; and hootenanny, well, it’s chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny.
All the protein, vitamins and carbs of your grandma’s best turkey dinner, plus fifteen percent alcohol. You can’t open the book of my life and jump in the middle. See if you were really a witch, you’d do a spell to escape. No, they’re something nightmares are from. Can’t call to mom, can’t say a word. I saw their production of ‘Giselle’ in 1890. I wept like a baby, and I was evil! I don’t think Buffy’s going to be too broken up over a pylon. Should I start this program over?
It’s my estimation that every man ever got a statue made of him was one kind of sommbitch or another. And zombies don’t eat brains anyway, unless instructed to by their zombie master. In the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man? Last month he’s the freak with jicama breath who waxes his back. Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they had 150 years to get it right. Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British? How did your brain even learn human speech? I’m just so curious.
Let me pour you a big frosty mug of ‘shut-the-hell-up.’ A whole mess of sparrows turning on a dime, salmon trucking upstream. You’re gonna die screaming but you won’t be heard. Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British? Somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on! They rampaged through half the known world until Angel got his soul.
In every generation there is a chosen one. It has nothing to do with me. Can everybody just notice how much fire I’m not on?
Nobody could do that much decoupage without calling on the powers of darkness. We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel. They’re a little bit bison. Well, I’m sure I’m in serious need of some moral spankitude, but guess who’s not qualified to be my Rabbi? I’m not planning on presiding over the end of Western Civilization. Anything for you, because I love you. Deep, deep man love. I just don’t see why everyone’s always picking on Marie-Antoinette. When I say, ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. All monkeys are French. You didn’t know that?

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We don’t have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime. Ain’t it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny? Don’t be ridiculous. Martha Stewart isn’t a demon. She’s a witch. You could, uh, could have, like, a world without shrimp, or with, you know, nothing but shrimp. I brought you some supper but if you’d prefer a lecture, I’ve a few very catchy ones prepped: sin and hellfire, one has lepers. We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel.
It was the pioneer days; people had to make their own interrogation rooms. Out of cornmeal. I told him that I loved him, I kissed him, and I killed him. The only time you were ever at peace in your whole life was when you were dead. Time is what turns kittens into cats. I’ll never leave. Not even if you kill me. Well, look at me. I’m all fuzzy.
You will keep a civil tongue in this house or we’ll put your tongue in a stew. The only way some people can find a purpose in life is by becoming obsessed with demons. I saw their production of ‘Giselle’ in 1890. I wept like a baby, and I was evil! I’ve got four brothers, none of them Democrats. Just once I would like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers.
I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it. Can everybody just notice how much fire I’m not on? Basically, this is what some of your more famous serial killers’ brains look like. Anything for you, because I love you. Deep, deep man love. Let me pour you a big frosty mug of ‘shut-the-hell-up.’ In their resting state, our actives are as innocent and vulnerable as children. Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British? It’s a real burn, being right so often. Darn your sinister attraction! And you know the monkey’s just,’I mock you with my monkey pants!’
In their resting state, our actives are as innocent and vulnerable as children. What gives you the right to suck face with your demon lover again? We attack the mayor with hummus. We’ve got a bunch of fighters with nothing to hit, a wicca who won’t-a, and the brains of our operation wears oven mitts. Welcome to the nancy tribe. Instead you go all Dumbledore on me. How did your brain even learn human speech? I’m just so curious.
She came from the grave much graver. You were a worthless being before you were ever a monster. We don’t have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime. Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes. I’ll never leave. Not even if you kill me. In my world, we have people in chains, and we can ride them like ponies. I’m not planning on presiding over the end of Western Civilization. Special isn’t always a good thing here, Boyd.
Xander, that’s not the North Star, it’s an airplane. Well, you were busy trying to get yourself lit on fire. In every generation there is a chosen one. Y’all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? Battle wounds are nothing new to me, preacher. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other ’til it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends.
I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I find it a bit sad that you think of yourself as a candidate for anyone’s fantasy. Can you just be kissing me now? Ain’t it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny? We’re pimps and killers, but in a philanthropic way. Well, I haven’t been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment.
Can’t even shout, can’t even cry. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it…This Land. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they’re too busy with their own. All monkeys are French. You didn’t know that? If the apocalypse comes…beep me! Battle wounds are nothing new to me, preacher. Better to cut you down to size, grandma. We don’t have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime.
Oh my god! Did it sing? If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion actually was there, it would’ve been like Woodstock. Once again I teeter at the precipice of the generational gap. I brought you some supper but if you’d prefer a lecture, I’ve a few very catchy ones prepped: sin and hellfire, one has lepers. Little man loved fire. I’ll kill a man in a fair fight. Or if I think he’s gonna start a fair fight. Or if he bothers me. Or if there’s a woman. Or if I’m getting paid. Mostly when I’m getting paid. Stay with me. Forever. That’s the whole point. You remember, you fail math, you flunk out of school, you end up being the guy at the pizza place that sweeps the floor and says, ‘Hey, kids, where’s the cool parties this weekend?’

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Your futures are murky; you’d do well to heed my…I’m still on speakerphone, aren’t I? Can I start getting sexed already?
I figure, if I’m responsible for the end of the world, I get to name it. Instead you go all Dumbledore on me. We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel. How did you find me here? I knew you were lying. Undead liar guy. Say Skywalker, and I smack ya. I dislike that Anya. She’s newly human and strangely literal. Or even worse, a sneezure.
Time is what turns kittens into cats. In the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man? Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet. No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me.
Just once I would like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers. Don’t care much for fancy parties. Too rough. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it…This Land. You’re recently gay! What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse. Now I’m just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. Your futures are murky; you’d do well to heed my…I’m still on speakerphone, aren’t I? And zombies don’t eat brains anyway, unless instructed to by their zombie master. So, I’m wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped?
I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume I’m an evil, lecherous hump. Why not default them with ninja skills or whatever? If you say ‘adorabubble,’ I’m leaving. But I haven’t spent any money! I was all… dead and frugal. Somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on!
Once again I teeter at the precipice of the generational gap. Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots. She came from the grave much graver. Recognizing someone else’s power does not diminish your own. Well, I haven’t been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment. Apocalypse, we’ve all been there; the same old trips, why should we care? The human mind is like Van Halen; if you just pull out one piece and keep replacing it, it just degenerates.
Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots. Okay, at this point you’re abusing sarcasm. Your futures are murky; you’d do well to heed my…I’m still on speakerphone, aren’t I?
I gave birth to a pterodactyl. We don’t have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime. She’s a truck-driving magic mama! And that’d be where you find stored such things as empathy, compassion, an aversion to disemboweling puppies. Can I start getting sexed already?
It’s funny how the Earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to. A vampire in love with a Slayer. It’s rather poetic, in a maudlin sort of way. Like, is the hippo going,’Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!’ Stay away from hyena people, or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible. It was supposed to confuse him, but it just made him peppy. So, I’m wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped?
Stay away from hyena people, or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible. They’ve got those hoppy legs and twitchy little noses. Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse. When I kiss you, you don’t wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after. Somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on! Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be Bunnies! I love what you are, what you do, how you try. Welcome to the future, where cars fly, robots serve our every whim, and genetically engineered dinosaurs rule the Earth.

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Oh my god, I find lentils completely incomprehensible. Barmaid, bring me stronger ale, and some plump, succulent babies to eat. Last month he’s the freak with jicama breath who waxes his back. I’ve got a theory, some kid is dreaming, and we’re all stuck inside his wacky broadway nightmare. That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship. Spike! It’s Spike. And he’s wearing a coat. The living legend needs eggs!

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Once again I teeter at the precipice of the generational gap. Did you know that the only animal in the animals crackers that has clothes is the monkey? Say, aren’t you leaving a hole in the middle of some soggy group hug?

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I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. When I kiss you, you don’t wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after. What did I say to you about barging into my shuttle? Did the primary buffer panel just fall off my Gorram ship for no apparent reason? In my world, we have people in chains, and we can ride them like ponies. So, I’m wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped? You will keep a civil tongue in this house or we’ll put your tongue in a stew.
You’re gonna die screaming but you won’t be heard. You will keep a civil tongue in this house or we’ll put your tongue in a stew. I figure, if I’m responsible for the end of the world, I get to name it. I’m the one who brings about the thought-pocalypse. It was supposed to confuse him, but it just made him peppy. Say, aren’t you leaving a hole in the middle of some soggy group hug? I don’t think Buffy’s going to be too broken up over a pylon. The lambs have passed through the gate. Everyone’s a hero in their own way, in their own not that heroic way.
Someone else’s loss is my chocolatey goodness. You were a worthless being before you were ever a monster. Well, I haven’t been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment. I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it. Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they had 150 years to get it right. Why not default them with ninja skills or whatever? And you know the monkey’s just,’I mock you with my monkey pants!’ Instead you go all Dumbledore on me. You could, uh, could have, like, a world without shrimp, or with, you know, nothing but shrimp. That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship.
It’s just a long cultural tradition of raging insincerity. If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion actually was there, it would’ve been like Woodstock. Anything for you, because I love you. Deep, deep man love. Either blow us all up or rub soup in our hair. It’s a toss-up.
Easy as really difficult pie. In their resting state, our actives are as innocent and vulnerable as children. She’s a truck-driving magic mama! Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they’re too busy with their own. Say Skywalker, and I smack ya.
Now I’m just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. First of all, Feng Shui up the yin yang, also I designed parts of it but I did not design the stone cold foxes in the small clothes and the ample massage facilities. Well, look at me. I’m all fuzzy. The gentlemen are coming by. You can’t take the sky from me.
Can I start getting sexed already? It has nothing to do with me. You’d best make peace with your dear and fluffy Lord. It’s like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. I don’t buckle. Occasionally I swashbuckle. Little man loved fire. Why not default them with ninja skills or whatever?
First of all, Feng Shui up the yin yang, also I designed parts of it but I did not design the stone cold foxes in the small clothes and the ample massage facilities. I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume I’m an evil, lecherous hump. Buffy’s boinking Spike. Uh, hey, I got a idea. Instead of us hanging around playing art critic ’til I get pinched by the man, how’s about we move away from this eerie-ass piece of work, and get on with our increasingly eerie-ass day. How’s that?

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I swallowed a bug. Well, you were busy trying to get yourself lit on fire. So, she’s added cussing and hurling about of things to her repertoire. I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume I’m an evil, lecherous hump.
Who’s calling me? Everybody I know lives here. I’m not planning on presiding over the end of Western Civilization. What’s your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed? I just don’t see why everyone’s always picking on Marie-Antoinette.
He’ll be an empty-headed robot wondering around Hollywood; he’ll be fine! I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was, I was present while you were unconscious, from the ice. You’re lesbians, so the hating of men will come in handy. We’re outlaws with hearts of gold.
What, you think this isn’t real just because of all the vampires, and demons, and ex-vengeance demons, and the sister that used to be a big ball of universe-destroying energy? You’re a hell of a woman. Barmaid, bring me stronger ale, and some plump, succulent babies to eat. Hey I could whip up a love slave any day I wanted. Why not default them with ninja skills or whatever? I just don’t see why everyone’s always picking on Marie-Antoinette. Love keeps her in the air when she ought to fall down. Anyway, he seemed to be having a kind of man-reaction.
Woman, you are completely off your nut. I gave birth to a pterodactyl.
So we’ll integrate non-progressional evolution theory with God’s creation of Eden. I gave birth to a pterodactyl. Stay away from hyena people, or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible. If I could make you purtier, I would. My entire existence was constructed by a sociopath in a sweater vest; what do you suggest I do? The human mind is like Van Halen; if you just pull out one piece and keep replacing it, it just degenerates. Yeah, well, I’m not the one who wanted Wind Beneath My Wings for the first dance.
Why not default them with ninja skills or whatever? So, she’s added cussing and hurling about of things to her repertoire. I’m a rogue demon hunter now. She alone will stand against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness. Well, I haven’t been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment. I’ll never leave. Not even if you kill me. Uh, thermal exhaust port’s above the main port, numbnuts. Passion rules us all. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. We’re old friends from Navy. Friends from Old Navy. I worked retail, he’d come in, buy slacks
Why can’t you just masturbate like the rest of us? Special isn’t always a good thing here, Boyd. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it…This Land. Buffy’s boinking Spike.
The news isn’t there to tell you what happened. It’s there to tell you what it wants you to hear or what it thinks you want to hear. In the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man?
That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship. It has nothing to do with me. The human body can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds given adequate vacuuming systems. If I was blind, I would see you. So I skipped intro to evil or whatever, but how is it that I get an F, when this guy that we’re reading, Chauncey, can’t even spell? All monkeys are French. You didn’t know that? Risk the pain, it is your nature. These endless days are finally ending in a blaze. I’m a rogue demon hunter now. Don’t strain your brain trying, then. Might break something.
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No, they’re something nightmares are from. Since when do they have orgies, and why aren’t I on the mailing list? One of my personalities happens to be a multiple personality, but that doesn’t make me a multiple personality. Everyone’s a hero in their own way, in their own not that heroic way. You’ll prove I can trust you when the day comes that you have to kill me. And you do. I thought all children despise effort and enjoy cartoons. Did the primary buffer panel just fall off my Gorram ship for no apparent reason? Military people don’t make out with science people. It has nothing to do with me.
We live in a space ship, dear. All monkeys are French. You didn’t know that? Well, excuse me, Mr. I-spent-the-sixties-in-an-electric-Kool-Aid-funky-Satan-groove! The living legend needs eggs! I don’t buckle. Occasionally I swashbuckle. Can you just be kissing me now? Recognizing someone else’s power does not diminish your own. From beneath you, it devours.
Love keeps her in the air when she ought to fall down. All monkeys are French. You didn’t know that? Little man loved fire. She’s a truck-driving magic mama! Freedom is life’s great lie.
I’m a comfortador also. It’s like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. You’re gonna die screaming but you won’t be heard.
Scenario: We raise Buffy from the grave. She tries to eat our brains. I find it a bit sad that you think of yourself as a candidate for anyone’s fantasy. You haven’t seen my drawer of inappropriate starches? We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel. Barmaid, bring me stronger ale, and some plump, succulent babies to eat. No, a bad day is when someone’s yellin’ spooks the cattle. From beneath you, it devours. I wanna hurt you, but I can’t resist the sinister attraction of your cold and muscular body! In every generation there is a chosen one.
You are talking crazy-person talk. Put your words in word places please. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was, I was present while you were unconscious, from the ice. Last month he’s the freak with jicama breath who waxes his back.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I heart my porn, but this is cool! But I haven’t spent any money! I was all… dead and frugal. In every generation there is a chosen one. Spike follows the exciting smell of blood and we follow the fairly ripe smell of Spike. You’re gonna die screaming but you won’t be heard. You are talking crazy-person talk. Put your words in word places please. No, Angel, it’s not you. That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship.
A vampire in love with a Slayer. It’s rather poetic, in a maudlin sort of way. It eats you, starting with your bottom. I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume I’m an evil, lecherous hump. You’re lesbians, so the hating of men will come in handy. I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flower person, and then I spent the next six hours watching my hand move. It’s about women. They are come to the killing floor. Uh, thermal exhaust port’s above the main port, numbnuts.
Spike follows the exciting smell of blood and we follow the fairly ripe smell of Spike. We’re pimps and killers, but in a philanthropic way. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. Don’t be ridiculous. Martha Stewart isn’t a demon. She’s a witch. Stay with me. Forever. That’s the whole point.
She’s a truck-driving magic mama! Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they had 150 years to get it right. We will bring you the limp and beaten body of Bob Barker! Anything for you, because I love you. Deep, deep man love. I figure, if I’m responsible for the end of the world, I get to name it. Men watch the action movie, they eat of the beef, and enjoy to look at the bosoms.

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These are stone killers, little man. They ain’t cuddly like me. Military people don’t make out with science people. I’ve got four brothers, none of them Democrats. Stay away from hyena people, or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible. My egg is Jewish.
Yes, I’d forgotten you’re moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. I brought you some supper but if you’d prefer a lecture, I’ve a few very catchy ones prepped: sin and hellfire, one has lepers. Passion rules us all. Well, I’m sure I’m in serious need of some moral spankitude, but guess who’s not qualified to be my Rabbi? Can everybody just notice how much fire I’m not on?
Yeah, it was sexy the way she touched me real hard with her fists. Scenario: We raise Buffy from the grave. She tries to eat our brains. See if you were really a witch, you’d do a spell to escape. Shh! No programs, don’t use that word. Just be Buffy. Magic’s all balderdash and chicanery. No, they’re something nightmares are from. Time for some thrilling heroics.
It was like the Heimlich, with stripes! My egg is Jewish. It’s about women. Okay, at this point you’re abusing sarcasm. Men, with your sales. I’m the one who brings about the thought-pocalypse.
I love what you are, what you do, how you try. Frankly, it’s ludicrous to have these interlocking bodies and not…interlock. Stay away from hyena people, or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible. First of all, Feng Shui up the yin yang, also I designed parts of it but I did not design the stone cold foxes in the small clothes and the ample massage facilities. Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British? Scenario: We raise Buffy from the grave. She tries to eat our brains. So, I’m wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped? We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel. These are stone killers, little man. They ain’t cuddly like me. We live in a space ship, dear.
So, I’m wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped? Stay away from hyena people, or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible. My Uncle Rory was the stodgiest taxidermist you’ve ever met by day. Ain’t it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny?
We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel. For this plan to work, River and I will have to be dead. You haven’t seen my drawer of inappropriate starches? I’m the one who brings about the thought-pocalypse. Who’s calling me? Everybody I know lives here. With any luck, he’ll poke the wrong one and end up in an alternative dimension inhabited by a fifty-foot Giles that squishes annoying teeny pirates. I’ll kill a man in a fair fight. Or if I think he’s gonna start a fair fight. Or if he bothers me. Or if there’s a woman. Or if I’m getting paid. Mostly when I’m getting paid.
You can’t spend the rest of your life waiting for Xander to wake up and smell the hottie. These endless days are finally ending in a blaze.
Don’t strain your brain trying, then. Might break something. Instead you go all Dumbledore on me. I’ll never leave. Not even if you kill me. I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flower person, and then I spent the next six hours watching my hand move. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. Boy, when they were handing out school spirit, you didn’t even stand in line, did you? You’re the one freaky thing in my freaky world that still makes sense to me.
Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be Bunnies! Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse. No, a bad day is when someone’s yellin’ spooks the cattle. Oh my god you will never believe what happened at school today. You could, uh, could have, like, a world without shrimp, or with, you know, nothing but shrimp. Seems odd you’d name your ship after a battle you were on the wrong side of. Yeah, well, I’m not the one who wanted Wind Beneath My Wings for the first dance.

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Start with the part where Jayne gets knocked out by a ninety-pound girl, ’cause I don’t think that’s ever getting old. Big damn heroes, sir. Oh my god you will never believe what happened at school today. It’s funny how the Earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to. Welcome to the nancy tribe. If you say ‘adorabubble,’ I’m leaving.
Risk the pain, it is your nature. With any luck, he’ll poke the wrong one and end up in an alternative dimension inhabited by a fifty-foot Giles that squishes annoying teeny pirates. All monkeys are French. You didn’t know that? Everybody started singing and dancing. In my world, we have people in chains, and we can ride them like ponies.
Winning over your enemy, the one person guaranteed to reject everything you are, that’s real love. But I haven’t spent any money! I was all… dead and frugal. You can’t open the book of my life and jump in the middle. They are come to the killing floor. I figure, if I’m responsible for the end of the world, I get to name it. Okay, uh, I’m lost. I’m angry. And I’m armed. Basically, this is what some of your more famous serial killers’ brains look like. Say, aren’t you leaving a hole in the middle of some soggy group hug? How did your brain even learn human speech? I’m just so curious. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other ’til it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends.
I figure, if I’m responsible for the end of the world, I get to name it. The living legend needs eggs! Just once I would like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers. It’s like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Passion rules us all. We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel.
The only time you were ever at peace in your whole life was when you were dead. Time for some thrilling heroics. Ain’t it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny? When I kiss you, you don’t wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after. I suppose there is a sort of Machiavellian ingenuity to your transgression.
She is the slayer. I wanna hurt you, but I can’t resist the sinister attraction of your cold and muscular body! It’s like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog.
Apocalypse, we’ve all been there; the same old trips, why should we care? Looking in windows, knocking on doors. I am never gonna see a merman, ever. I’ve got four brothers, none of them Democrats. So we’ll integrate non-progressional evolution theory with God’s creation of Eden. What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? Why can’t you just masturbate like the rest of us? Stay away from hyena people, or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible.
You remember, you fail math, you flunk out of school, you end up being the guy at the pizza place that sweeps the floor and says, ‘Hey, kids, where’s the cool parties this weekend?’ Better to cut you down to size, grandma.
I don’t want to use the word genius, but I’d be ok if you wanted to. We will bring you the limp and beaten body of Bob Barker! You’d best make peace with your dear and fluffy Lord. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I heart my porn, but this is cool! Your futures are murky; you’d do well to heed my…I’m still on speakerphone, aren’t I? We’re outlaws with hearts of gold. Instead you go all Dumbledore on me.
I mean, officially I deplore violence, but that was totally worth the loss of karma points! Uh, hey, I got a idea. Instead of us hanging around playing art critic ’til I get pinched by the man, how’s about we move away from this eerie-ass piece of work, and get on with our increasingly eerie-ass day. How’s that? No, a bad day is when someone’s yellin’ spooks the cattle. You sanguine about the kind of reception we’re apt to receive on an Alliance ship, Cap’n?