Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How did she find these? How did she get in here in the...

- Checked there, too. - Nothing?

- Those used to scare me. - Me too.

You've been alive a lot longer than that to us.

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

Again, not so much. In fact, none.

No. You don't understand.

Why didn't you tell me?

Am I real? Am I anything?

She's tough, but no bolts of lightning, no blasts of fire.

Couldn't find marshmallows. I'll try to steal some for next time.

Excuse me, ma'am. This area's for hospital personnel.

Her school called today. She was suspended.

I'm not going. Blobs of energy don't need an education.

That true? How was school today?

It won't stick.

where you and I can have a long uninterrupted chat?

Well, not as long as me, but yeah, just this side of for ever.

You're... You're Ben.

I was so scared.

I'm nothing! I'm just a thing the monks made so Glory couldn't find me. I'm not real.

- Don't like 'em anyway. - What? Is that even possible?

Hey, nice sword.

The usual: big square building filled with boredom and despair.

She's a brain-sucker?

I'm just saying that's probably how she feels.

- What did you do to her? - Teleportation spell.

No matter how many we kill, they'll keep coming. Wave after wave.

You'd never make it. I'd rip out your spine before you got half a step.

Oh, he wasn't being naughty, was he?

You'll find her, just in the nick of time. That's what you hero types do.

You know what I am, don't you?

Hey, careful! These are wet.

She's only been able to keep her mind intact by extracting energy from us.

She shouldn't have found out like that.

that wants to shove her in a lock and give her a good twirl!

So save the threats, or I'll finish the job I started on your head.

- There! There's no one in there. - I know what you are.

It's not gonna explode, is it?

I know it feels that way sometimes, but when you're older...

Do you know where she squirrelled it away?

Send a six-pack of minions to bore me to death? Glory can't lay a finger on me.

You don't know. You...

This is my fault. I should've told her.

Two cups of chocolate goodness, courtesy of whoever I swiped it from out of the cupboard.

It can't be me. I'm not a key.

Wait. It's not Glory.

No. But if I were her, I'd want a little bit of time right now.

- How many? - Their numbers are few for the moment.

A crazy Hell god? And the fun just keeps on leavin'.

It's not Buffy. It's me.

You really think He is going to help you?