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I'm pissed off at Spike. Like really pissed off. *glares at said fictional vampire*
Spike: What'd I do?
Me: You know what you did.
Spike: Oh... Is it because I'm staying for Buffy's own good rather than leaving her for her own good.
Me: Yes. I mean, no! No one should be doing ANYTHING for Buffy's own good. Her poor decision making shouldn't be the scapegoat for your stunted unlife. Don't you have anywhere else to be?
Spike: Well, since Joss Whedon won't acknowledge any of my friends as actual characters, no.
Me: You need your old friends back.
Spike: Tell me about it.
Me: So... when are your testicles gonna re-grow?
Spike: Shut your bloody gob, I'm still fortitude'd in the testicular fashion.
Me: Filthy lies! Come on, oh blonde one, isn't there something you could be doing? Away from Buffy's madness? Far, far away? You could do anything at all, something spectacular, something amazin-
Spike: I always wanted to open up a liquor store called "Redd Hott Pussie Liquors."
Me: O__O;;;
Spike: The logo could be a sassy cat.
Me: You've got problems even I can't deal with.
Spike: I'm really just a high-functioning alcoholic.
Me: Yep. And you're driving me to drink. Look at me. I'm having a conversation with a fictional vampire.
Spike: But it could be worse.
Me: How?
Spike: You could be asking Buffy why she didn't go for Plan B after her black-out party sex.
Me: What? ... Oh... Oh! ARGH! *head-desk*
Spike: And how can you not tell that you had sex with a guy or gal if no condom was apparently used?
Me: My brain... is imploding on itself. Just promise me that you will one day find happiness?
Spike: In the Whedonverse? Silly, silly history major, you of all people should realize that events only occur cyclically rather than happenstance. No one ever learns their lessons, no one ever matures, and, above all, the plot can only devolve and never evolve.
Me: Good God. The Whedonverse is Social Darwinism at its worst, isn't it?
Spike: Now you're going to be thinking about Joss jacking off to Thomas Malthus tonight.
Me: ARGH! Brain bleach stat!
Spike: I personally prefer John Stuart Mill.
Me: *dies*
Spike: What'd I do?
Me: You know what you did.
Spike: Oh... Is it because I'm staying for Buffy's own good rather than leaving her for her own good.
Me: Yes. I mean, no! No one should be doing ANYTHING for Buffy's own good. Her poor decision making shouldn't be the scapegoat for your stunted unlife. Don't you have anywhere else to be?
Spike: Well, since Joss Whedon won't acknowledge any of my friends as actual characters, no.
Me: You need your old friends back.
Spike: Tell me about it.
Me: So... when are your testicles gonna re-grow?
Spike: Shut your bloody gob, I'm still fortitude'd in the testicular fashion.
Me: Filthy lies! Come on, oh blonde one, isn't there something you could be doing? Away from Buffy's madness? Far, far away? You could do anything at all, something spectacular, something amazin-
Spike: I always wanted to open up a liquor store called "Redd Hott Pussie Liquors."
Me: O__O;;;
Spike: The logo could be a sassy cat.
Me: You've got problems even I can't deal with.
Spike: I'm really just a high-functioning alcoholic.
Me: Yep. And you're driving me to drink. Look at me. I'm having a conversation with a fictional vampire.
Spike: But it could be worse.
Me: How?
Spike: You could be asking Buffy why she didn't go for Plan B after her black-out party sex.
Me: What? ... Oh... Oh! ARGH! *head-desk*
Spike: And how can you not tell that you had sex with a guy or gal if no condom was apparently used?
Me: My brain... is imploding on itself. Just promise me that you will one day find happiness?
Spike: In the Whedonverse? Silly, silly history major, you of all people should realize that events only occur cyclically rather than happenstance. No one ever learns their lessons, no one ever matures, and, above all, the plot can only devolve and never evolve.
Me: Good God. The Whedonverse is Social Darwinism at its worst, isn't it?
Spike: Now you're going to be thinking about Joss jacking off to Thomas Malthus tonight.
Me: ARGH! Brain bleach stat!
Spike: I personally prefer John Stuart Mill.
Me: *dies*
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