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The neat of it just left. End of what?
The Hellmouth has begun its semi-annual percolation. Usually it blows around May.
Well, more or less. Got myself a soul, whatever that means.
I'm coming. You're going.
(screaming)
- I'll go check on him. - We've got bigger problems than that.
What, are you just telling everyone now?
Punch block combo!
You keep holding back, you might as well walk.
What was that about an exchange?
- Demon. - Figured.
I know that now.
- It means I have to go in there. - No, it doesn't!
Try "Thank you, Principal Wood."
- You've got the magic, use it. - I don't even know what magic to use.
- The story of the very first slayer. - I saw her.
Well, I did most of the talking, but Chloe is... I'm sorry, was a good listener.
Better get started.
So I see.
You met him. You know him.
What?
Oh, hi. Hey.
Actually, he's our hostage.