Well, shit.

Oh, yeah, the Sveans really got on the ball. They got me and Willow a way home, sure. Though the whole "if we screw up, the universe ends and we all die" part of it kinda takes the shine off it, you know?

This shit ain't ever easy.

But at least it's something. Right now, everybody's dottin' the I's, crossin' the T's...you know, to ( Read more... )

One more week. That's what those Svean chicks keep sayin'. By the end of the week, me and Willow be home sweet home.

Maybe.

Still a lot of shit can go wrong. Spell may not work, meanin' we stuck here learnin' Prussian the rest of our lives. Spell may work but dump us next to a T-Rex somewhere. Spell might kinda work, meanin' we wind up back ( Read more... )

Two weeks.

Two fuckin' weeks.

So the Sveans think that with Willow's help, they can get us back home in two weeks. Cool. Better than bein' stuck here, that's for damn sure ( Read more... )

One Beast, banished the hell outta here.

I hope to hell he got sent to a world where Pauly Shore's a fuckin' god. Or maybe to where they got nothin' but shrimp. Anywhere that'll stick in his craw.

Gotta give props to Willow and the Blue Robe Squad. They put that Beast bitch in its place like nobody's business.

Coulda done without gettin' ( Read more... )

I'm all done with Prussia, yo.

Yeah, it turns out that's where we are. We got all of the wheres and whens sorted out by the Svean chicks. Turns out they can tell we ain't from around here by our auras or something.

No shit. You think?

So right now, Willow's doing the Jedi training bit with 'em, since they one blue robe short after the Beast ( Read more... )

Remember how I said me and Willow were in deep shit before?

Well, the damn toilet just run over.

So we trackin' Angelus, right? He's followin' this trail of dead soldiers, and we followin' him. Willow starts thinkin' we in Prussia sometime in the 18th century, though where she gets that, I got no idea. Girl's smart, though, and right now, ( Read more... )

Me an' Willow might be in some deep shit ( Read more... )

Man, I ain't never goin' to Sunnydale again.

Every time I step foot in that damn town, don't matter what for, things get fucked up. Folks gettin' killed. Me gettin' infected with spider-demon juice. And now, some mojo from some whack-ass amulet.

Hell, give me L.A. any day.

This time? All anybody was doing was chillin' at Buffy Summers' ( Read more... )

So, yeah, we saved the world. Not to mention the Senior PartnersStill ain't sure what to think about what happened ( Read more... )

OK, so I just wanna get everything down here, straight for me, so I can wrap my head around all this before we go tearing off to save the world.

Skip, the giant cockroach motherfucker who was supposedly guarding all these super-psychos down in Hell, was actually the one who let 'em out. He let 'em out to keep Angel and all of us busy, and oh, hey ( Read more... )