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Too much of the same old same old B?

Maybe that's my problem.

Well you know it's not like there's much else to the gig. No real way to switch it up.

True. There's only so many vampires you can dust before you start wondering if you're just going through the motions.

... and thank God I did not just burst out in song.

Deep laughter echoing in the breeze...

God, not again.

As I recall you got to dance
and you ended up with sweet romance,
You might prefer lobotomy
but at least I ain't monotony!

Yeah, it was definitely interesting, I'll give you that.

Heh, maybe it's about time I threw another Gig...

Can I be the first to RSVP no?

Such is life.

Most people don't have our lives.

They don't, and they'll never understand what we do.

Never. But the fact that they go on living their lives without knowing means we're doing our jobs.

Job? Isn't a job something you get paid for?

Figure of speech. Don't you wish we did?

Got paid. And who the hell would do that?

Guess I'm lucky the 'rents had money before they died, Angel and Spike too.

Somehow we make it work.

What other choice do we have right?

Not like I'm good for anything else.

You can't escape your destiny. That's what Giles always says.

Destiny, guess I should be thankful I wasn't a cold bitch like mom was, bent on trying to destroy everything.

If we all turned out like our parents, I'd be in Italy chasing after some secretary like my dad.

So we should be grateful we didn't.

Don't think I would have minded being like the woman she was before.. Or dad. Guess I'm pretty fucked being raised by two vamps and one of the old ones.

I doubt it. Some people aren't even raised at all.

Life's a bitch.

That is the job description, Buffy.

Don't I know it.

The ones that we can stake are often the easiest.

It's like what you always said about the bad guys always wearing their little black hats.

I've been having more trouble with the ones in suits, just lately. And the one's in software packaging, of course.

We all have our own demons to fight, Giles. Yours are just a little more... pixelated.

I sincerely hope that we don't get any more of the real pixies. Apparently there have been problems in London, and they do tend to block the plumbing.

Why would they play in the sewers? That's just gross.

The sewers? That would be relatively simple, there are a number of chemical poisons, after all.

They puncture the pipes and divert drinking water to make spawning pools for the Drifangg.

You have way too many books.

Don't tell me that you're volunteering to do the dusting? Do take care to keep them in the right order.

You know as well as I do that my room is enough proof of how clean I keep everything.

"You just have way too many shoes," imitating her tone.

Shoes are a crucial part of every Slayer's life. Besides, a stiletto heel can totally double as a stake when used properly.

Looks up, pretending surprise,

"I thought stiletto heels were metal - surely a wooden heel wouldn't bear the weight of a full-grown woman, especially if you hurry?"

They do make wooden shoes that aren't just clogs these days. Geez, Giles. Live in the now.