"Spike, this isn't funny."

Spike stopped rolling on the floor long enough to say, "Yes it is," and then he caught sight of Xander's face and started laughing again.

"Spike, I swear, if you don't..."

Spike didn't stop laughing.

"Spike! Eventually I will get free, and I am going to invest in a very good dustpan."

"No you won't."

"You want to bet?"

Spike pulled out a camera and took several quick pictures as Xander attempted to cover his face. However, since his hands were tied to the arms of the chair he was seated in, his frantic wriggling did nothing but tip him over sideways.

Spike leaned close to Xander's ear and whispered, "Your panties are showing..."

Xander's eyes widened. "You did NOT!"

"Not telling!" Spike stood up and took a couple more pictures of Xander, while Xander cursed. "Aw, come on, Xan, you've got great legs! And Scottish men wear kilts all the time."

Xander gritted his teeth so hard that Spike was certain he heard a filling crack under the pressure. "This is not a kilt. This is a uniform from St. Agnes Girl's Preperatory School."

Spike feigned a hurt expression. "You have to give me credit for such good work on such short notice. Oh well, off to get these pictures developed."

"Spike, get back here! Spike! SPIKE!"
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