wft

May 10, 2004 21:45

Poor sweet Angelus. Ol boy must be getting driven mad by little slayer lite and big bad butchy Faith if what I hear is anything close to right.

And really, the demon gossip mill isn't known for accuracy. Go figure.

Red and I had a good laugh hearin he had his way with Sunny's dogs. Sad to see him sink so low, he really has been losing his touch. Everything since Darla has been downhill for him really. Fact is Darla usually ended up with me, and didn't that set him off something fierce. What can I say, the women can't resist a good sweaty...spike.

Really though, can't have everyone talking and saying he's outdone me. No bloody way, time for Spike to do something for a bit of gaudy attention. That hospital is just begging to be burned down, and its far too easy to get a dozen or two sticks of tnt in this town.

Especially when you kill the hardware store owner.

Sneak into the basement of the hospital, wiring everything together and making a dash across the road with a cheap remote control I'd made. Found a good spot on a roof and pushed the button. The explosion and fire were music to my ears. Fireball went a few hundred feet in the air and sod if it didn't get me randy. Red would appreciate this.
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