If I ran the show, it would be so different.
"I don't like you much," Spike said to Angel. "In fact, I don't think I'll ever like you." He was secretly thinking that Angel had been stupid to allow Spike to stick around Wolfram & Hart for so long. Then again, Angel had never been known for his intelligence.
Spike looked around the room. Angel had many shiny, attractive weapons. In this case Spike was looking for one that wasn't shiny. He wanted a stake.
Again he thought of how stupid Angel was to keep stakes in his office. It made everything so much simpler.
He picked a stake at random and strolled around the back of Angel's chair, still talking. "So, since I don't like you so much, I'll be staying in Los Angeles."
He casually leaned over the back of Angel's big chair and jabbed the stake right through Angel's heart.
Easy.
Spike gazed at the layer of dust coating the chair. Another example of Angel's stupidity -- he'd kept the chair even after Gunn pissed all over it. To Spike's sensitive nostrils, the cleaning crew had never quite managed to eradicate the stink.
That damn chair would be the next thing to go. Wolfram & Hart had a new boss.
"I don't like you much," Spike said to Angel. "In fact, I don't think I'll ever like you." He was secretly thinking that Angel had been stupid to allow Spike to stick around Wolfram & Hart for so long. Then again, Angel had never been known for his intelligence.
Spike looked around the room. Angel had many shiny, attractive weapons. In this case Spike was looking for one that wasn't shiny. He wanted a stake.
Again he thought of how stupid Angel was to keep stakes in his office. It made everything so much simpler.
He picked a stake at random and strolled around the back of Angel's chair, still talking. "So, since I don't like you so much, I'll be staying in Los Angeles."
He casually leaned over the back of Angel's big chair and jabbed the stake right through Angel's heart.
Easy.
Spike gazed at the layer of dust coating the chair. Another example of Angel's stupidity -- he'd kept the chair even after Gunn pissed all over it. To Spike's sensitive nostrils, the cleaning crew had never quite managed to eradicate the stink.
That damn chair would be the next thing to go. Wolfram & Hart had a new boss.