Because we can't stop talking about the future.
Omi dropped into the chair across from Xander. "Talk about old school," he said. "Are you stoned?"
"I'm not stoned!" Xander said, lobbing a piece of popcorn at him. “It’s nostalgia. What’s wrong with a little blast from the past, anyway?”
“You just had a crush on Smurfette.” Omi grabbed for the popcorn.
Xander handed it over, grinning. “Lies.”
Omi hummed cheerfully to himself, and turned to Francescu. “Hey, you want--”
Francescu was staring dully at the television.
“No.” Xander said. “No freakin’ way. I’ve been as open-minded at this as the next guy. I’ve accepted Anne of Green Gables, the entire DC Universe, and some girl from a cartoon where people pull swords out of hot girls’ chests. But are you seriously telling me--”
Francescu’s face was white now, and his mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. “Their song,” he finally whispered. “I remember--”
“Okay, I’m with you,” Omi said to Xander, and turned off the television.
"I'm not stoned!" Xander said, lobbing a piece of popcorn at him. “It’s nostalgia. What’s wrong with a little blast from the past, anyway?”
“You just had a crush on Smurfette.” Omi grabbed for the popcorn.
Xander handed it over, grinning. “Lies.”
Omi hummed cheerfully to himself, and turned to Francescu. “Hey, you want--”
Francescu was staring dully at the television.
“No.” Xander said. “No freakin’ way. I’ve been as open-minded at this as the next guy. I’ve accepted Anne of Green Gables, the entire DC Universe, and some girl from a cartoon where people pull swords out of hot girls’ chests. But are you seriously telling me--”
Francescu’s face was white now, and his mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. “Their song,” he finally whispered. “I remember--”
“Okay, I’m with you,” Omi said to Xander, and turned off the television.