Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, you deliver these HSTs to a bunch of lab coats, who perform experiments on them,

Buffy, where are you?

I guess we should report to Giles, get with the demon-tracking.

Now can we concentrate on the game here?

It turns out that we're even more well-matched than we thought we were.

A demon's got some pretty hilarious ideas about fun.

No, I'll go. Do a little recon. See if it falls in our domain.

No, you look like a big mooch who doesn't lift a finger here, but I have to get to work.

- It's the dead guy on the bed. - Yeah, that's bad, too.

No! Look, I was involved...

- Big Bad needs to be squished. - Right. I'm on it, too.

- Who are you? - You know who I am.

I don't know what's happened in your past...

But unless evidence suggests otherwise, we can assume that it's shifting landmasses

- Something horrible's gonna happen. - It was an earthquake.

Lilac notwithstanding.

Residual traces showing up in populated areas. The thing's not shy.

Sighting of an unidentified Sub-T. Mobilise patrol team for debriefing at 0800 hours.

Don't turn around.

God, are you OK?

I wish I could just come clean.

A couple of broken knick-knacks, but no biggies.

They do seem to be pretty generous with the milestones.

- No! - Spike, not in the hole!