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Yeah, but not in a Miss Minchin's Select Seminary for Girls way.

Think of me as that.

I meant impresses. Impressive.

Sure. You can also tell me that the dog ate your homework,

I will not betray Glorificus. I will never talk, no matter what heinous torture...

We got this part right, that's for sure.

Discipline. Authority.

Keys are worth a very lot.

So it's her. Under our noses all this time.

- Thicken. - This isn't over, you hear me?

But... sometimes she's fine.

Tara? Tara, are you OK?

- But is Your Grace not concerned about... - What, about the Slayer? Don't be stupid.

I must be something so horrible...

Look at 'em. Perusing the shelves.

Begging your pardon, and begging in general, but were you talking to me?

and crawl on the inside of your skull.

- Tell me what kind of demon I'm fighting. - Glory isn't a demon. She's a god.

It's not just annoying, it's un-American.

I know somethin' about evil.

How aboutyou shut up and listen to me, you disgusting little fools?

She was looking to go all payback-y on Glory for a minute.

Really? What about all the times I asked you how school was and you said "fine"?

Lot of fun to be had on the outside. You'll see.

When we have a chance. We'll fight her when we have a chance.

Then I'll leave a box next to it, which you can mark with an X when you've done the task.

I trustyou. I just...

Right now, Glory thinks Tara's the Key.