We will rule over all this land, and we will call it...This Land. They rampaged through half the known world until Angel got his soul. Wash, we've got some local color happening. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. You could, uh, could have, like, a world without shrimp, or with, you know, nothing but shrimp. From now on, we're gonna have a little less ritual, and a little more fun around here! Well, excuse me, Mr. I-spent-the-sixties-in-an-electric-Kool-Aid-funky-Satan-groove! It's funny how the Earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to. Okay, at this point you're abusing sarcasm.
Did the primary buffer panel just fall off my Gorram ship for no apparent reason? I mean, don't get me wrong, I heart my porn, but this is cool! Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet: I will end you. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after. Don't be ridiculous. Martha Stewart isn't a demon. She's a witch. You will keep a civil tongue in this house or we'll put your tongue in a stew. How about 'cause you're a tiny impotent Nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu? I brought you some supper but if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped: sin and hellfire, one has lepers. What, you think this isn't real just because of all the vampires, and demons, and ex-vengeance demons, and the sister that used to be a big ball of universe-destroying energy? You're really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren't you?
I'm the one who brings about the thought-pocalypse. I just don't see why everyone's always picking on Marie-Antoinette. Anyone in this much pain prays, or at least curses. Did the primary buffer panel just fall off my Gorram ship for no apparent reason? Hey, no, we'll just set course for Planet of the Lonely, Rich, and Appropriately Hygienic Man. Okay, uh, I'm lost. I'm angry. And I'm armed. Bonnie and Clyde, they wanted fame, notoriety, and boy did they get it. They also got dead. I mean, don't get me wrong, I heart my porn, but this is cool! The human mind is like Van Halen; if you just pull out one piece and keep replacing it, it just degenerates. The brain is kept in a fear-induced, adrenaline-fueled overdrive state, like a problem you can't solve.
