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Couldn't resist one more...::grin::
Never Going To Happen
Buffy looked at Spike with disbelief. “So you’re telling me that while I was napping after a particularly strenuous session of slayage, the world as we know it ended, only we survived, the crypt is floating in a space time continuum –whatever that means- and the only way I can survive is for you to bite me, turn me and bonk me - and I can guess what _that_ means!”
Spike studied her cautiously. “Yeah. Neck suit you?”
“You expect me to believe you?”
He pointed at the calendar on the fridge.
“Oh! Tuesday. Right. Yes, neck’s fine. Don’t tickle.”
Never Going To Happen
Buffy looked at Spike with disbelief. “So you’re telling me that while I was napping after a particularly strenuous session of slayage, the world as we know it ended, only we survived, the crypt is floating in a space time continuum –whatever that means- and the only way I can survive is for you to bite me, turn me and bonk me - and I can guess what _that_ means!”
Spike studied her cautiously. “Yeah. Neck suit you?”
“You expect me to believe you?”
He pointed at the calendar on the fridge.
“Oh! Tuesday. Right. Yes, neck’s fine. Don’t tickle.”
