Fee, Fi, Fo Fum...
THERE ARE GIANTS IN THE SKY
"Oh, god" thought Buffy as she ran through the streets dodging screaming Sunnydale residents. "This is worse than Olaf the Troll! He better have a good explanation or I am so staking his ass."
Reaching Restfield Cemetary, she stormed up to Spike's crypt and flung open the door only to stop in total shock. On every surface, pouring out of the sarcophagi, littering the floor, were golden eggs.
"Buffy! What... what are you doing here?"
"Spike, there better be a damn good reason this time."
"Aww, c'mon pet, at least they're not Suvolte eggs. I learned my lesson right proper, I did."
"Where did you get them?"
"Well, about that...." Spike sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "What do you know about giants?"
Title borrowed from Stephen Sondheim's Into the Woods. Buffy and Spike borrowed from that guy who lets us play with his toys. Golden eggs borrowed from Willy Wonka.
"Oh, god" thought Buffy as she ran through the streets dodging screaming Sunnydale residents. "This is worse than Olaf the Troll! He better have a good explanation or I am so staking his ass."
Reaching Restfield Cemetary, she stormed up to Spike's crypt and flung open the door only to stop in total shock. On every surface, pouring out of the sarcophagi, littering the floor, were golden eggs.
"Buffy! What... what are you doing here?"
"Spike, there better be a damn good reason this time."
"Aww, c'mon pet, at least they're not Suvolte eggs. I learned my lesson right proper, I did."
"Where did you get them?"
"Well, about that...." Spike sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "What do you know about giants?"
Title borrowed from Stephen Sondheim's Into the Woods. Buffy and Spike borrowed from that guy who lets us play with his toys. Golden eggs borrowed from Willy Wonka.