su_herald | Thursday, 24 November 2011

Giles : It's clear we're dealing with a spirit of some kind. It's very common for Indian spirits to change to animal form.
Buffy : It's plenty uncommon for me to freeze up during a fight. I mean, I had the guy, I was ready for the take-down, and I stopped. And Native American.
Giles : Sorry?
Buffy : We don't say 'Indian'.
Giles : Oh, right. Yes, yes. Um, always behind on the terms. Still trying not to refer to you lot as 'bloody colonials'.
Buffy : And the thing is, I like my evil like I like my men -- evil. You know, 'straight up, black hat, tied to the train tracks, soon my electro-ray will destroy Metropolis' bad. Not all mixed up with guilt and the destruction of an indigenous culture.
Giles : This spirit warrior -- Hus, you called him -- has killed innocent people.
Buffy : Ok. You know what? We need to boil those and put them through the ricer.
Giles : I don't think I have a ricer.
Buffy : You don't have a ricer? What do you mean? How could someone not have a ricer?
Giles : Well, do you have one at home?
Buffy : I don't know. What's a ricer?
Giles : We'll mash them with forks, much like the Pilgrims must have. Did you catch the part about the innocent people?
Buffy : Yes. Ok? And I do want to stop him. I'd just like to find a non-slayee way to do it.

~~Pangs~~

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