Stirrin' the pot...
Didn't know Rupert was such a bloodthirsty git.
I wasn't around th' last time that Wilkins ponce decided t'go on meltdown. I was busy chasin' Dru 'round Europe after she ripped out my bloody heart thought she'd get uppity with ol' Spike. So all I got's what I hear from Buffy an' the Slayerettes 'bout what went down, and I get that he's bad news.
Find 'em, pound 'em, bury 'em. Sounded like a good plan. Fun, too.
Just didn't expect Rupert t'suggest it.
'Course, that's not how things shook out at his powwow th' other night. Buffy an' Harris played Jiminy Cricket an' voted for a more rational route t'deal with this wanker. Don't know how Rupe's been dealin' with it, but I wasn't too torqued.
After all, Slayer wants information. Best way t'get information is by beatin' it outta th' tossers who look like they oughta have it.
Unfortunately for th' White Hats, ain't much known on the demon-and-vampire front. Either they don't know, or they're not talkin'. Could be good, could be bad. But I reckon it's a good idea t'keep askin'.
Most fun I've had in weeks, mate.
Aside from that, though, I've been gettin' pretty bloody irritated lately, with all these looney twits followin' me around. First was that London bird that was taggin' alongside Buffy an' Red lately. Bad enough she turned into my shadow for a few nights, but when she decided t'play stalker, I almost staked th' bint outta spite.
And then there was that Andrew wanker, who caused some trouble a ways back. Run across him one night an' he starts spoutin' off that he's goin' away on some soddin' quest or somesuch. Not really sure what he was blabberin' on about, but I think th' gist was that he was leavin' town. Good riddance, I say.
And what the bloody hell is a Gimili, anyway...?
I wasn't around th' last time that Wilkins ponce decided t'go on meltdown. I was busy chasin' Dru 'round Europe after she ripped out my bloody heart thought she'd get uppity with ol' Spike. So all I got's what I hear from Buffy an' the Slayerettes 'bout what went down, and I get that he's bad news.
Find 'em, pound 'em, bury 'em. Sounded like a good plan. Fun, too.
Just didn't expect Rupert t'suggest it.
'Course, that's not how things shook out at his powwow th' other night. Buffy an' Harris played Jiminy Cricket an' voted for a more rational route t'deal with this wanker. Don't know how Rupe's been dealin' with it, but I wasn't too torqued.
After all, Slayer wants information. Best way t'get information is by beatin' it outta th' tossers who look like they oughta have it.
Unfortunately for th' White Hats, ain't much known on the demon-and-vampire front. Either they don't know, or they're not talkin'. Could be good, could be bad. But I reckon it's a good idea t'keep askin'.
Most fun I've had in weeks, mate.
Aside from that, though, I've been gettin' pretty bloody irritated lately, with all these looney twits followin' me around. First was that London bird that was taggin' alongside Buffy an' Red lately. Bad enough she turned into my shadow for a few nights, but when she decided t'play stalker, I almost staked th' bint outta spite.
And then there was that Andrew wanker, who caused some trouble a ways back. Run across him one night an' he starts spoutin' off that he's goin' away on some soddin' quest or somesuch. Not really sure what he was blabberin' on about, but I think th' gist was that he was leavin' town. Good riddance, I say.
And what the bloody hell is a Gimili, anyway...?