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- OK. Will, open a door. - No.
Strong. Fast. Hell god.
No one can stand against Her Blindingly Scrumptious Luminescence.
The Key is too dangerous to be allowed to exist,
As did her lust for pain and misery.
- I want to know. - The Key is almost as old as the Beast itself.
Dawn, get down under the table.
Let's see whatyou are. Or who you are.
- What about the Key? - Dawn.
This is war, isn't it?
Finally, a sensible plan.
Show of hands for that option?
Wanna come watch the tears and recriminations?
Cool. Don't have to study for that geometry test.
They failed, and paid with their blood.
What he said?
- Last words, slay-runt? - Just one.
Dawn, get down.
- From a dimension of unspeakable torment. - A demon dimension. I know.
Buffy, we have to find Dawn. We can't let Glory...
Pretty little shiny girl.
See who?
They have the General. Clerics.