You know, sooner or later somebody's gotta give up and turn in for the night. Looks like it's gonna be me and Hooky...

Hey, c'est cool! ((now wants ep analysis along with the fic))

When we're all done with this thing, I guess we'll have to start working on the liner notes. Kinda appropriate, since this story started out as something of a Trojan Horse for us to promote our conspiracy theories about the last season of Buffy.

It was also amusing that the big manly cops were also actually about to get their asses handed to them by the little girlies, and in true keeping with the Buffiverse guns-don't-help oh my what she did to that nice man's shotgun....

I figure that, as rotten a role model as Buffy may have been, she was still the only example of a Slayer the girls had, and so they'd inevitably pick up a lot of her attitudes and tactics. The rifle-bending stunt was definitely a page from the Summers playbook...

What's the fuel? Chocolate? Caffeine? Red Bull? Jolt? Trucker speed?

Ooh, trucker speed! But really, your feedback is our spiritual crank.