Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- So, you're one of the commando guys, huh? - Oh, no, no, no. Commando? No, I mean...
Hostile subterrestrials.
I am, by God, not gonna walk away because I think it might not work.
It's OK.
- How about the museum? - We'll stop by my house, get weapons,
They have it. They probably have their sacrifices by now, too.
and as much as I know I can give you a bum-kicking, I'm here to tell you somethin'.
Am not! I just don't want pity from geeks more useless than I am.
No weapons, no backup. You don't go after a demon that size by yourself.
Why is he even here? It's not like he can fight.
Almost got buried in some 19th-century literature.
I mean, I don't mean that.
Pain, death,
Check out the new floor plan.
I'm outta here.
Dying being the operative word here. There's too much risk. There is too much...
And more charred and ruiny.
Can't any of it.
I really thought that you were a nice, normal guy.
- What do we do? - I don't know.
I'm on my way for a little Giles one-on-one.
animals.
My hands, my every inch of me.
Anyone in here?
Go.
It's not very industrious of you.
Come in.
Am I bursting somebody's bubble here?
It is. Born and raised.
kooks dream up to explain things we deal with every day.
- You're telling me she doesn't exist. - Wait a sec.
Fine by me. Hope we all go under.
- No. A girl, with powers. - Oh. The Slayer.
I should think you would be glad to greet the end of days.
I'm pretty sure. But you go on ahead and I'll catch up with you there.
Now, in the meantime, I've got a few theories about our mysterious commando friends.
But mostly I think you wanna stay down in the dark place,