Tough Crowd
Shoulda done this years ago.
Was in this town for a spell a few years back, right before Finn's mates snatched me up an' put that chip in my noggin, lookin' for a trinket that Peaches had tucked away.
Wasn't a fan of Los Angeles then.
I wound up back this way a few months ago, not of my own choice, but 'cause a buncha soddin' lawyer-types were pokin' around Sunnydale an' decided t'start a Spike collection. Not many more things in this world're as humiliatin' as havin' t'let Peaches help you out of a pickle. Soon after that, I got tangled up with some possessed li'l rugrat who needed an attitude adjustment.
Still wasn't a fan of this bloody town.
Now? Me an' Harris are down here, helpin' the bloody helpless. Rightin' wrongs. Playin' the big damn heroes.
L.A.'s not so bad th' third time 'round.
'Course, I won't lie here an' say it's all been peas an' carrots. Folks in this burg don't have any shortage of problems dealin' with the wrong kinda nightlife. Soddin' phones won't stop their ringin', and that's not considerin' all the bloody messages folks were leavin' after Peaches and his mates went on walkabout.
But it's been like my own private fight club with some of these demon wankers. Demon after vampire after...well, whatever those things were. Set 'em up, knock 'em around.
And I get paid.
Is this a right beautiful world, or what?
Harris, though, has a point. We could use a li'l extra oomph around here. Peaches and them had their way, but it's time for bigger, faster, better.
Plus, I don't fancy playin' secretary the rest of my eternal life.
He said he was bringin' a bloke in he thinks could help out a little. Called in a favor or somethin'...I dunno. Long as things keep comin' up roses 'round here, he can bring in a bloody squad of cheerleaders for a group shag, for all I care.
Like the man on the telly sings, I love L.A.
Was in this town for a spell a few years back, right before Finn's mates snatched me up an' put that chip in my noggin, lookin' for a trinket that Peaches had tucked away.
Wasn't a fan of Los Angeles then.
I wound up back this way a few months ago, not of my own choice, but 'cause a buncha soddin' lawyer-types were pokin' around Sunnydale an' decided t'start a Spike collection. Not many more things in this world're as humiliatin' as havin' t'let Peaches help you out of a pickle. Soon after that, I got tangled up with some possessed li'l rugrat who needed an attitude adjustment.
Still wasn't a fan of this bloody town.
Now? Me an' Harris are down here, helpin' the bloody helpless. Rightin' wrongs. Playin' the big damn heroes.
L.A.'s not so bad th' third time 'round.
'Course, I won't lie here an' say it's all been peas an' carrots. Folks in this burg don't have any shortage of problems dealin' with the wrong kinda nightlife. Soddin' phones won't stop their ringin', and that's not considerin' all the bloody messages folks were leavin' after Peaches and his mates went on walkabout.
But it's been like my own private fight club with some of these demon wankers. Demon after vampire after...well, whatever those things were. Set 'em up, knock 'em around.
And I get paid.
Is this a right beautiful world, or what?
Harris, though, has a point. We could use a li'l extra oomph around here. Peaches and them had their way, but it's time for bigger, faster, better.
Plus, I don't fancy playin' secretary the rest of my eternal life.
He said he was bringin' a bloke in he thinks could help out a little. Called in a favor or somethin'...I dunno. Long as things keep comin' up roses 'round here, he can bring in a bloody squad of cheerleaders for a group shag, for all I care.
Like the man on the telly sings, I love L.A.