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So tell me, why am I not popping your head like a zit right now?

You did this to me, didn't you?

Willow's on it. Or in it. She's workin' some spell, trying to reach Buffy psychically.

Is everyone here very stoned?

"With" in what sense? They're working together?

Death is my gift.

- Get him out of me. - What?

I'm just thinking, I'm trying to make you feel better,

Alright. Ben. Dory. He's a doctor, she's a fish

I think Spike was right back at the gas station. Snap out of it.

- Some. - Funny.

Come on now, Buffy. She's nothing to be afraid of.

I'm not doing anything. I swear.

I could be the one to look after her sometimes, if you need a helper.

They're just meatbaggy slaves to hormones and pheromones and their feelings.

- How could she do this? - I don't know.

You can't hurt her and you know it, Ben.

So, how come I ain't happy?

I'm not talking about this. I'm talking about this.

where anyone who sees her little presto-change-o instantly forgets.

Just let me bleed the girl and go home. Everything'll work out fine.

- You're back. - Hello, Buffy.

Ben, something is happening to both you and Glory.

Trust me. When all this is over I can set you up real nice.

Everyone clear?

Accept it. I'm a god, stupid.

When it comes to Hell gods, my best advice is get out of the way, and stay there.

I know it because I feel what you're feeling. Scared.