First Bite: Audio
[Spike doesn’t fall off the bed so much as flail off, his hand landing on his comm., and in a stroke of pure luck, setting it to record.]
What the…
[There’s a pregnant pause. He’s seemed to realize something. Perhaps it’s that his window is open and shining a cheery beam of light right over his new bed?]
…I was right…
[And back to pausing. The studio audience may not be able to see, but he’s currently trying his luck with this sunlight. When it doesn’t jump straight to burning him, Spike draws back his hand.]
Well, isn’t that nifty…Now, what does it mean?
…Oooh.
[Seems he’s noticed the hunk of tech eavesdropping on him. The mic clicks as he retrieves it from his bed.]
What do we have here, hmm? Recording? Are you? To who?
Whom.
Hmm.
[Click. He’ll be keeping you.]
What the…
[There’s a pregnant pause. He’s seemed to realize something. Perhaps it’s that his window is open and shining a cheery beam of light right over his new bed?]
…I was right…
[And back to pausing. The studio audience may not be able to see, but he’s currently trying his luck with this sunlight. When it doesn’t jump straight to burning him, Spike draws back his hand.]
Well, isn’t that nifty…Now, what does it mean?
…Oooh.
[Seems he’s noticed the hunk of tech eavesdropping on him. The mic clicks as he retrieves it from his bed.]
What do we have here, hmm? Recording? Are you? To who?
Whom.
Hmm.
[Click. He’ll be keeping you.]