Sod off.

[_bigbad_]

I've had it. This is th' last bloody time I get left alone with Space Cadet. If I get a choice between dealin' with him an' lettin' the world go down th' loo, then flush away, mate

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[david_nabbit]

*walks into hotel*
*sees Spike standing at the counter*
*waves*

Hey, Spike. Dude. What's shaking?

[_bigbad_]

*flips through bills on counter*
*doesn't look up at David*
*grunts*

[david_nabbit]

*walks over*
*sees what Spike's looking at*

Huh. Are those our bills? Because man, talk about deficit spending...

[_bigbad_]

*glares*

No, you twit. These're the bills from all th' joes whose nuts we've been haulin' outta th' fire lately, who ain't paid their bills yet.

An' there's a bloody lot of 'em, too. Soddin' deadbeats.

[xman_harris]

*walks into lobby covered in goo*
*sees David talking to Spike*

Hey, did you guys seen a mucus demon running around in here?

*waits*

Oh, wait. Of course you didn't. Because I just killed it. All by myself...yep. Just it, and me, and only one walked away.

*waits for a response*

Yeah, I'm fine. This shirt's toast, though.

*flings a splatter of goo off his fingers and onto the floor*
*waits for a response*

No need to congratulate me, all in a day's slayage. Nothing to it, really, once you get past the teeth and the slime...

*still no response*

Geez, this reminds me of that time in high school with Jack O'Toole.

[_bigbad_]

*sniffs*
*looks around*
*sees Xander*

Oh, for th' love of...

What in the hell have you been doin', Harris? God, you're ripe!

[xman_harris]

*glares*

Mucus demon. About knee-high. It'd nested in the basement. Now it's dead.

And apparently smeared all over my shirt. And pants. And probably my socks.

Don't ask.

[david_nabbit]

*holds nose*