How to Do It
In a crypt in Sunnydale, there were strange doings in a hidden bedroom.
“Spike, that is not where it goes!” Buffy shrieked.
“I’ve been doin’ this for a long time. I think I know where it goes by now.”
“I don’t care how many times you say you’ve done this. I’m telling you, that is not where it goes.”
Just then, there was a shower of sparks and the sound of glass exploding as a television set met its end.
“I told you you weren’t doing it right.”
“Shut up, Slayer!”
Was that a challenge?
It was accepted.