Disclaimer
Due to a certain incredibly irritating psychologist who doesn't know when to stuff his theories, I have been forced out to make the following statements:
1. I am a Hellgod. A crazed Hellgod, to be more accurate. Don't piss me off.
2. I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in bottom-feeders who like to play therapist to mask their own issues. Normally I wouldn't deign to answer his protests, but his perpetuation of his delusional belief that I "have a thing for him" threatens MY reputation as an all-powerful Hellgod. It's very damaging for my reputation--what if it got back to my home dimension that I'm allegedly shacking up with a VAMPIRE? Good Glory, the press would have a field day with that one.
So sayeth the crazed Hellgod.
Anyways...from the sounds of it, the Sunnydale gang had a rough Tuesday, particularly Willow and Kennedy. Always amazed at that group's capacity to screw each other up even WITHOUT a real evil pulling the strings. You could grab some popcorn and practically watch it like a soap opera. Quite amusing. The angst's thicker than molasses. But I just heard the leftover talk from the Bronze last night. I'm going to miss that place once the Get-Out-Of-Death-Free card comes through, but hey, we all have to make sacrifices sometimes.
1. I am a Hellgod. A crazed Hellgod, to be more accurate. Don't piss me off.
2. I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in bottom-feeders who like to play therapist to mask their own issues. Normally I wouldn't deign to answer his protests, but his perpetuation of his delusional belief that I "have a thing for him" threatens MY reputation as an all-powerful Hellgod. It's very damaging for my reputation--what if it got back to my home dimension that I'm allegedly shacking up with a VAMPIRE? Good Glory, the press would have a field day with that one.
So sayeth the crazed Hellgod.
Anyways...from the sounds of it, the Sunnydale gang had a rough Tuesday, particularly Willow and Kennedy. Always amazed at that group's capacity to screw each other up even WITHOUT a real evil pulling the strings. You could grab some popcorn and practically watch it like a soap opera. Quite amusing. The angst's thicker than molasses. But I just heard the leftover talk from the Bronze last night. I'm going to miss that place once the Get-Out-Of-Death-Free card comes through, but hey, we all have to make sacrifices sometimes.