Ain't That Hard, Yo
We got a demon boss-dude, right? We got a severed head to deliver back to LA from Rome. This ain't rocket science, bro. You go to Rome. You get the head. You come back. I understand the need to check up on old girlfriends. Hell, back in the day, I'd swing by for a little game of "How you been, girl?" if I was in the neighborhood, too, so I know how to play that.
But nearly botchin' the mission over that shit? That ain't right. I know you both think you got the love of a thousand years, but none of ya'll got it like Wes got it. He lost Fred. No thanks to certain parties. He ain't gettin' her back, 'less he can live with a freaky illusion.
Buffy's still alive. Angel. Spike. Get the hell over it. We have an apocalypse to stop now. Stop bonkin' heads and get down to the mission. And no, that don't mean appeasin' punk bitches like the Fell Brethren for a little extra overhead. Remember when we used to be champions?
Shit.
But nearly botchin' the mission over that shit? That ain't right. I know you both think you got the love of a thousand years, but none of ya'll got it like Wes got it. He lost Fred. No thanks to certain parties. He ain't gettin' her back, 'less he can live with a freaky illusion.
Buffy's still alive. Angel. Spike. Get the hell over it. We have an apocalypse to stop now. Stop bonkin' heads and get down to the mission. And no, that don't mean appeasin' punk bitches like the Fell Brethren for a little extra overhead. Remember when we used to be champions?
Shit.