Angelus: (snort, giggle) You'll never guess what I did to the Slayer tonight, you'll never guess, c'mon guess! Guess!
Spike lights up a butt and leans back in his wheelchair in a cloud of blue smoke, while giving Angelus the Evil Eye.
Angelus: You'll never guess, I was brilliant!
Spike (rich with sarcasm): Let. Me. Guess. You left another vaguely threatening message written on cheap yellow paper on her bedside table to find when she gets ready to go to bed?
Angelus: Hey, who told you? But you'll never guess what other cruelties I inflicted upon her after that!
Spike (rolls eyes): Oh dear. Oh dearie dear, what-ever did you do to the Slayer this time?
Angelus: I short sheeted her bed. Then I shook up every diet Pepsi in her refrigerator! (Angel goes into an orgasm of evil laughter at his own cleverness while Spike wheels off in a cloud of bored disgust and tobacco smoke.)
Spike (mutters off camera): Wanker!
Author's Note: Can anybody tell me why when somebody goes bad in a T.V. show or a movie, that the first thing they do is light up a smoke? Or grow a goatee?
Another Author's Note: Should Drusilla ever offer to give you a haircut, turn her down. Especially if she's holding a Weedeater behind her back.