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Do you wanna go?
- This won't take long. - No, I don't imagine it will.
Don't be so hard on the boy.
Come and get it.
Little hoppy toad? We hit her with a hammer?
Lowering myself to trade blows with the Slayer
Everything is prepared.
Guess that means a slayer really is just a killer after all.
Including Dawn.
"The blood flows, the gates will open. The gates will close when it flows no more."
No. You see, usually when there's an apocalypse, I skedaddle.
This is how many apocalypses for us now?
It has to have the blood.
I just wish my mom was here.
That's only if the energy is stopped.
She's with me.
This is all set down.
- I'm proposing to you, Anya, because it's not. - You can't know that.
I'm quitting ....................until August
Of course it should.
Care to wager on that?
- Dawn, I don't think you wanna... - Be Glory.
You're a killer.
And don't frighten me like that.
- Stop it. - You're a god.
Only a few minutes left to start the ritual.
O, Most Sweaty-Naughty-Feelings-Causing One...
Buffy.
No. She's not.
- We few. We happy few. - We band of buggered.