That tosser
Stone's boys've got everyone in this burg lookin' over their shoulder every other bloody minute.
Can tell
Buffy's frustrated 'bout all this. Folks keep disappearin', or turnin' up dead with a couple of strawholes poked in their throats. Then there's the blokes what don't stay dead. 'Tween that an' havin' t'deal with
th' li'l bit hittin' the Terrible Teens, an' she's been runnin' 'round like a chicken with her noggin cut off.
And on top of that, ol' Stonehead's master plan's still somethin' we can only guess about. For all we know, he's just got a bloody eatin' disorder and a fetish for armor platin'.
Lovely time t'be a white hat 'round these parts.
Best be gettin' back t'patrol. Been gettin' a funny feelin' lately. Somethin' familiar, can't quite put my finger on it...but it's like I'm bein' stalked or somethin'.
Hope it's that Stone wanker tryin' t'take a peek. See if he can toss ol' Spike around like he can a tiny li'l Slayer lass...