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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!”

“Make me.”

Was that a challenge?

It was accepted.

The End.
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