The gentlemen are coming by. From now on, we're gonna have a little less ritual, and a little more fun around here! I just don't see why everyone's always picking on Marie-Antoinette. This may come as a shock, but I'm actually not very good at talking to girls.Well, excuse me, Mr. I-spent-the-sixties-in-an-electric-Kool-Aid-funky-Satan-groove! Everybody started singing and dancing. Once again I teeter at the precipice of the generational gap. Battle wounds are nothing new to me, preacher. Spike follows the exciting smell of blood and we follow the fairly ripe smell of Spike. Hey I could whip up a love slave any day I wanted. That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship. Some terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose?And that'd be where you find stored such things as empathy, compassion, an aversion to disemboweling puppies. Little man loved fire. Don't care much for fancy parties. Too rough. A vampire in love with a Slayer. It's rather poetic, in a maudlin sort of way. I am never gonna see a merman, ever. Winning over your enemy, the one person guaranteed to reject everything you are, that's real love. Anyway, he seemed to be having a kind of man-reaction. Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse.