"Look, I don't see what's so- hic- bleeding funny!" Spike snarled. "Just tell- hic-tell me how to get rid of the bloody things!"
He glowered around at the scoobies, his intimidating glare somewhat ruined as it slipped into a pout. Buffy was staring at him with something between incredulity and amusement, Giles was taking notes with suspicious enthusiasm, and Willow was twisting her sweater nervously between her hands. Xander was unavailable for comment, still on the floor where he'd collapsed with laughter.
"Well-" The witch stammered, looking a little thrown, "You could, um, hold your breath and count to one hundred…"
((A/N: Come on, tell me you've never wondered about this. For openonsunday's 'one hundred' challenge.))