"Yes, Slayer?"

"Don't!"

"Don't what, Slayer?"

"Don't say it."

"I don't know what you are talking about, pet."

"Just shut up! And don't call me pet!"

"Whatever you say, luv."

"Grrrrr..!"

"I wouldn't think of saying anything about how the all knowing Slayer...."

"Spike...."

"....who certainly knows where she is going and has no need of a map......"

"Spike!"

"...got us lost in Kansas tracing down a demon who's major pastime is cow tipping...."

"It was cow disemboweling, and you can just...shut....up!!"

"...whatever. I also wouldn't think of mentioning how said Slayer then lead us straight into the path on an oncoming storm, only to take shelter in a rundown old barn...."

"Spike, you are so dead."

"Yeah, if you could reach me. As I was saying....taking shelter in a rundown old barn only to get mad at ..., well , as far as I can tell you were mad at Kansas , which makes no sense, but that's women for you....and how said Slayer then kicked the support beam that held this rat trap up causing the whole thing to collapse...."

"Spike, once this storm lets up and I get out of here, you better run like Hell, cause I am going to stake your blond ass."

"Well, luv, that's not very civil. And after I was just promising not to say anything about how your kicking the beam caused the barn to collapse and fall , right on top of you, I might add, breaking, what is that, both legs? "

"Spike!!!!!!"

"Yes, Slayer?"

~THE END~