I can die happy now. I am shallow. I didn't think Spike could do *that* to me anymore -- it's been months, and even Nauti hardly does it anymore. But GUH! Bullwhips? Chains? Dear god, he said pop him like warm champagne. Yes. I shall die happy now. Go ahead, Joss. Line 'em up and kill 'em off. Then send Angel and Buffy out to play in the daisies. I care not. Just let me watch this now and then when life gets hard.
What? There's an episode there? Nah. You're kidding. I know you are.