Oh, for the love of Chuck Jones! What the Don Heck is going on with this comic! Some spoilers ahead.
Thoughts on S8 #35:
My first exact thought was of General Ackbar. He and Buffy would get along.
"We can't repel stupidity of this magnitude!" Buffy and Angel get to rehash basically their last meeting in Chosen, only Buffy talks about cheese rather than cookies. Dear sweet Jesus.
Other thoughts:
1. "There is no balance. Not anymore." When has nature ever been balanced? That's the whole idea of survival of the fittest. There will always be weaker creatures that either adapt to survive or get eaten and die off. It's the way of the world, always has been. Buffy's little Slayer-Fairy-Godmother bit didn't change things. If anything, it should have created more of a balance. What the hell is wrong with you, Giles?
2. Thank you, Season Eight, for making the acopaclypse a big, scary birth metaphor. Way to win one of the feminism team! Now let's make a metaphor about Buffy eating the birth-sacks from her demonic offspring brought forth by her inter-dimensional boinking. I dare you.
2. So, Warren gets redemption by showing that he cares somewhat about Andrew? It's very sad that Warren will probably get more development than any other character... besides Riley.
3. When Buffy walks into the big white space, did anyone else want to see a screw and a baseball above Angel's head ala Chuck Jones's "Duck Amuck" (1953)?
Chuck Jones is rolling over in his grave. Speaking of "Duck Amuck," doesn't this also look familiar? Dimensions! Caving in! Oh the duckmanity!
4. Does Buffy get to wear Nikki's outfit? And why is Angel dressed like Don Johnson from Miami Vice? :shock:
5. So, Angel has no to reason to live in this reality? Not even for his son? Not even so that he can do the right thing, go on living and fighting and being a champion so that the sacrifices made by his friends wouldn't be in vain? Well, isn't he just King Douchebag.
6. Can I say that I am glad Willow is being all snarky to Buffy? She and Angel deserve to be beaten with blunt instruments once all the demons are slayed for being so fucking stupid. "I know, I know, you don't know what came all over you." Ewwwwwwww. Vampire spoo will never come out of denim.
7. And so Spike has a tank-y thing that looks like the love child between the Nautilus from League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Archie from the Watchmen. Stop it, Jeanty. Even the steampunkness can't save you.
8. So Spike enters, saying that he can stop all the demons and the "Twilight" business with his fancy rings and shiny black nailpolish, cock-ring bondage boots, and his tiny hands. Jesus H. Christ on a Bike, Jeanty. Hands should be proportional to the face. James Marsters has a big head but his hands are proportional to that big head. Go die in a fire!
This whole comic is going to end with Joss Whedon, staring at the audience over a drafting table, saying, "Ain't I a stinker?"