Boils and Blinding Torment

We tried. Honestly. But seriously, we just couldn't put ourselves through it again. So we present to you Stick-Figure Theatre.

It was better than the alternative. Trust us.

Must be that whole Angel-killed-his-girlfriend-and-tortured-him thing.
Giles is really petty about stuff like that.

This is what I do know. I miss you. Every second. It's like I've lost an arm. Or worse. A torso.

I get it. You're evil. do we have to chat about it all day?

Man, is it hot.

I'm weak. I've never been anything else. It's not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It's the man.

Stupid snow.