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That's gotta be like being showered with evil. Only from underneath.

No. You have to stay.

I wanna write on a file folder with a mechanical pencil.

So, not the wicked energy, which is nice.

I went through this whole "avenging son" phase in my 20s, but I never found him.

It is late. A little reconnaissance might be helpful.

Not for tying someone up for sexy, funky fun.

- I need some stylish new clothes. - Oh, enough!

- You didn't think you could trust me? - No, no.

Hi, can I help? You seem kinda confused.

Thanks for your help. The rope I picked wasn't strong enough.

Newsflash - there's not gonna be a slayer gang any more.

Now we're headed for something really big.

Look, I know what happens if that seal down there gets all excited.

It's Principal Wood, and I think he's aligned with the First.

- What's a chip? - They removed the chip?

It was extraordinary good luck, of course.

You know we're headed toward a fight, don't you?

Things are different since he came back.

And I guess I could use some advice.

You fought at his side.

There's that girl you brought to Anya and Xander's not-a-wedding.

I promise you, it's just a little bit further.

So, we're thinking it didn't go too well.

- Did I raise you that way? - You didn't raise me at all.

Perhaps I'll rethink the approach.

Well, you'll have to dress for the ambiguity.

I'm guessing that you don't work in an office 15 feet above the Hellmouth

but don't rely on a locked door to keep them in. You'll need more.

- I know you went looking for him. - You don't know anything.