I Fell Into the Moon

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(Photo from My Little BammBamm)

Buffy: So then Kathy’s like, ‘It’s share time.’  And I’m like, ‘Oh yeah?  Share this!’ (She punches at the air.)
Oz: So, either you hit her, or you did your wacky mime routine for her.
Buffy: Well, I didn’t do either, actually.  But she deserves it, don’t you think?
Oz: Nobody deserves mime, Buffy.
Buffy: Hmm, Kathy does.  She deserves to be locked in an invisible box and blown away by an imaginary wind and… and…
Oz: Forced to wear a binding unitard?
Buffy: Yeah, the itchy kind, it’s perfect.
Oz: Just here to help.
Buffy: Which I appreciate.  But you’ve never come on routine patrol with me before, Oz.  So, what’s the deal?
Oz: Seemed more interesting than homework.
Buffy: As long as it’s an elective.  I can handle myself alone, you know.
Oz: Not in question.
Buffy: Good.  So then, I go into the refrigerator—right?—and the label queen has managed to put…
Oz: Just a, just a thought, Buffy, but do you think all this ranting is scaring away potential demons?
Buffy: You’re right.  Ooh!  She’s even affecting my work, now.  She’s the Titanic.  She’s a crawling black cancer. (She brings her foot up, around and down onto a bench, breaking it in two.) She’s… other really bad things.
Oz: On the plus side you’ve killed the bench, which was looking shifty.