Buffy: That’s right. I sit home stroking my mustache wondering how to soil your image.
Buffy: After the emasculating you via an embarrassing ringtone I’d planned to “ruin your reputation”
Buffy: But now it’s all shot to hell. Guess I’ll just have to come up with a new plan to destroy you.
Spike: What’s that you’re stroking, now?
Buffy: You would pick that of all things to comment on.
Buffy: I could probably spell your demise out, pad it with a little in your window and you wouldn’t even notice.
text @ buffy
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