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Bloody wankers, never quit whining. *growls*

Come on, Spike. Go easy on him.

Why in the bloody hell should I?

Because he just met his mom. How great of a mood would you be in if Faith was YOUR mom?

Kid's mood swings and family issues aren't my problem.

I've already talked him out of trying to stake you once. Can't we just leave it at that?

He can bloody well try if he wants.

Don't hurt him, please? For me?

Nibblet, tell me you've got better taste then that.

I'd like you to remember that the last guy I went out with? Turned out to be a vampire. And not one with a chip in his head, or a soul.

Think I prefer that to this guy.

Yeah, well. There are currently no other takers.

So you jump the first wanker that comes along 'cuz of a dry spell?

I didn't jump anybody. He asked me out and I said yes.

Same difference.

Maybe in England!

All this just because you don't like him?

All this 'cuz he's a bloody entitled wanker.

He's not entitled.

Acts that way.

You'll have to get over it.

I don't have to do anything.

Fine. Whatever. Just...don't hurt him. Alright? Not yet, anyways.

Won't hurt him unless he deserves it.

What's the matter, Spike?

Another damn whelp running around being annoying.

That doesn't sound good. Maybe you can get a tranquilizer gun?

...Brilliant idea, pet.

I've been known to have them.

Understatement.

That's sweet of you.

Nah. Just honest.

Still sweet, all the same.

Think you of all people deserve it.

Problem vamp?

Sick of whelps like you. One good thing about Sunnydale going under? Got rid of most of them.

Still more of us around ashole. Deal with it.

Bloody idiots, should all be sterilized. Can't even spell asshole, yet you all act entitled as shit.

What's a wanker?

Uh, an idiot.

Oh.

Yup. That's all it means.