Whenever I’ve had one of those days that is shitty-as-hell, I want to punch twenty babies, and every moment is laden with a silent gloom and disillusion, I just think of purple floppy hat Willow, and all is right with the world again.
|But, what if the talking thing becomes the awkward silence thing?|
|I think you guys sound good.|
|I bet you have a lot of groupies.|
|Oh no! Buffy’s party!|
|Hehe. I said “date.”|