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| Oh Buffy, I saved us all from Willow's evil apocalyptic mental breakdown. Go me! | |
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| *kick, punch* Yeah, that's nice Xander. *kick, stab* | |
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| And I thought I was useless! Wrong. It was all a self-esteem issue. Anya still claims to hate me, but I know she loves me deep down and... | |
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| Yeah. Uh-huh. *kick* Great. *punch* Wonderful. *stab* | |
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| No more "Get us some donuts Xander" for me. No sirree Bob... | |
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| Hey Xander, I'm bushed. You think you could get me some donuts? | |
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