Meanwhile, back at the ranch, quotes:
[Xander]'d returned to the Basement of Doom to find Spike sound asleep on the couch. A shirtless, shoeless, sockless Spike soundly sleeping on the sofa-bed. [See, Wills, I can do illiterate. I am an illiterating fool.] Xander frowned. [Or was it alliterating? Oh well, either way, I'm still a fool.]
(Saber)There were a surprising number of demons that glowed-in-the-dark. There were also a surprising number of demons named Bob. Xander didn't want to know why.
(Saber)Several fruitless hours job-hunting later, Xander gave up pretending that he wasn't freaked by having kissed Spike and threw himself upon the mercy of the gods. The gods laughed. Xander whacked them over the head with a rubber mallet. He won a can of green slime. [Interesting message, oh Whack-A-Mole gods. Don't know what it means...]
(Saber)I am taking my comic books, my Babylon 5 commemorative plates, my bashful vampire, and my dirty movie collection and hitting the road. Hoo-hah.
(Saber)Spike's eyes grew round as saucers, and Xander felt a flush spread across his face. [I can't believe I just said that. Is it getting warm in here?] "The top bunk," the brunette corrected. "I meant, I get the top bunk." [Not that I would mind being on top the other way. And now it is time for me to babble incoherently, thanks to that mental image. Daherbanible. Frewziwhosa. Projumasnazzle.]
Spike dropped his eyes and began to fidget. Then he said in a very thick voice, "I don't mind being on bottom."
[Masimawoogle.]
(Saber)While we spend the next four years reviling Dubya, let's also go back and figure out how it was that the Democratic party ended up fielding a candidate who could not defeat a ham sandwich--and how it was that the Republican party ended up fielding a candidate who--intellecutally and ethically speaking--is a ham sandwich.
(Plaidder)I am an enigma, wrapped in a sandwich.
(Stigge; alt.fan.u2)
You have a silly brain.
(Steve; MSM)To put it simply, Xander, God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn't rule the world.
(Angel; Mystery Slayer Theater 3000, #51, by Jenni W.){{Note to self: The fluttering of eyelashes is mightier than the axe. Next time ask for hot chocolate.}} (Xander; Kaz' Viking series)