032 | Dictated

[gottaknockhard]

[There's a breaking point where witnessing insanity stops having any effect on a person. They go numb to it. Spike reached that point about halfway between his old girlfriend and former partner going at it over ...magical light and darkness or whatever-the-hell that was about... and where he's at now: standing in the woods, looking at the backside

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Spike

[icarustattoo]

[Oh boy.]

Is it worse than raccoons?

Brock

[gottaknockhard]

... Yeah.

[Although if he could think of a way to blame it on raccoons, he would.]

Spike

[icarustattoo]

Great. I'll be right there.

[He will try really hard not to punch you in the head, Spike ... no promises though ...]

Brock

[gottaknockhard]

[Hey, at least he's not leaving it there for him to find.]

I'll be outside.

action!!!

[icarustattoo]

[Brock's there in no time at all, and ... oh ...

That ... doesn't look good.]

The hell happened?!

Forever!!

[gottaknockhard]

[Wow, yeah. Spike barely had time to finish another cigarette when he spots him coming up.]

Car accident. Don't ask me how they missed all the trees. [Because he wasn't involved, obviously.] I left a note for the owner, hopefully he'll come haul it out of there.

[icarustattoo]

[Brock spends a minute just gesturing wordlessly, furiously, at the car sticking out of his cabin.]

It looks like somebody tried to make their own shittier version of the Hard Rock Cafe.

[Even in times of duress, Brock's instinct is to make a pop culture joke. He can't help it.

Anyway, allow him to run his hand down his face before turning to Spike.]

The owner -- who's that?

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike will never get his pop culture jokes, but he understands the angry part. That's why it's so important to make sure the blame is carefully shifted from anyone who was actually at fault here. ... Except for the castle. It's always the castle.]

Guy named Crowley. [The evil demon who doesn't know how to lock his car up from innocent carjackers. Remember that.]

This could be why most people here don't get cars.

[icarustattoo]

[He can't punch a castle to death, Spike! That's just inconsiderate of your pal's rage.]

What -- Crowley? That fucking ...

[What if Brock were too stupid to realize that going after a demon is probably a bad idea? Because this is probably true.]

I'll kill him.

[gottaknockhard]

[This is where Spike should mention that Crowley wasn't driving it at the time, but it's actually nice to hear someone say that. Maybe he'll bring it up later.]

That might be worth sticking around for.

[icarustattoo]

[Yes, Spike, that would be useful to know ... before Brock gets himself killed trying to murder a demon, maybe. Just a thought.]

That guy's a smug bastard. He has it coming.

[gottaknockhard]

[Hey, that's never stopped Spike from antagonizing demons, and he's still alive. But that is a point.]

I can't argue with that. [So this pains him to say...] If he'd kept track of that thing, it wouldn't have been stolen.

[icarustattoo]

[Brock is pretty ragey over here, so it takes him a few seconds for that to register.]

... stolen. Great. So we have car thieves who can't drive, now.

[gottaknockhard]

[You should focus on the demon car. That's the real culprit.]

Seems like. [The story only gets worse, so he's holding out on hope that they can skip it and go get a beer.]

[icarustattoo]

[Hold onto the dream, Spike ...]

And you were here when it happened? Did you see anything?

[gottaknockhard]

[He misses the days when people would just shake their heads and pay for the damages. But if he can't pin it on Crowley...]

... I might have had something to do with it.