Well this is bloody borin'...
Is is just me, or could this un-life get any less interestin'?
Day in and day out, it's the same bloody thing. Train the mini slayers, deal with The Bint -- which, mind you, is gettin' easier and easier, scarily enough --, get a few drinks, and go t'bed. Then the same sodding bit all over again. I thought about stakin' m'self a few times, but it didn't seem quite right in my book. Would give certain spiky haired wankers too much joy in their day, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, back t'the bloody grind, or whatever that stupid sayin' is.
I headed out of me an' The Bint's apartment, and headed for that lovely loomin' Wolfram and Hart building, headin' inside. I got a few hellos from the little lawyers scurryin' on by, but ignored it. They're either sayin' it out of fear or respect, and I don't give a damn about what this lot thinks of me.
I headed for the training room to get started with the mini slayers all over again, ready t'knock the ones that thought they were somethin' great down a few pegs if I have to. I'm not goin' t'deal with little Faith and Buffys if I can bloody well help it. There's already a set of that, that's good enough.
Then, as usual, I heard someone callin' m'name again. I turned around. "I've got work t'do here, what in the bloody hell do you want?" Maybe my dispostion isn't exactly bright and bloody shiny, but sod it, I don't care.
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Day in and day out, it's the same bloody thing. Train the mini slayers, deal with The Bint -- which, mind you, is gettin' easier and easier, scarily enough --, get a few drinks, and go t'bed. Then the same sodding bit all over again. I thought about stakin' m'self a few times, but it didn't seem quite right in my book. Would give certain spiky haired wankers too much joy in their day, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, back t'the bloody grind, or whatever that stupid sayin' is.
I headed out of me an' The Bint's apartment, and headed for that lovely loomin' Wolfram and Hart building, headin' inside. I got a few hellos from the little lawyers scurryin' on by, but ignored it. They're either sayin' it out of fear or respect, and I don't give a damn about what this lot thinks of me.
I headed for the training room to get started with the mini slayers all over again, ready t'knock the ones that thought they were somethin' great down a few pegs if I have to. I'm not goin' t'deal with little Faith and Buffys if I can bloody well help it. There's already a set of that, that's good enough.
Then, as usual, I heard someone callin' m'name again. I turned around. "I've got work t'do here, what in the bloody hell do you want?" Maybe my dispostion isn't exactly bright and bloody shiny, but sod it, I don't care.
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