Someone needs to make me stop writing fics. Seriously. Or at least make me work on the ficathons I should be doing. Ah well.
Anyways, I watched The Girl in Question tonight, and the Fresley scenes made me start thinking, and thus, this fic was born. I have no name for it whatsoever.
Cordy: Eww, what does this do?
Giles: It extracts vital organs to
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