Bringing his gaze back to the monitor, Giles was in time to see the basement room presented again, and with another person standing there. Peering closer, the Briton blinked at seeing nothing odd whatsoever about that absolutely average man shown in the room, who was dressed in a standard outfit of a short-sleeved informal button-up blue shirt, decent slacks, and leather loafers with tassels. This male adult had a neatly-trimmed, old-fashioned hairstyle a couple of decades out of date, and he appeared to be closer to Giles' age than Xander. While considering that, the New Council blinked again in vague bemusement, and as he brought up his suddenly-heavy eyelids, Giles felt a wave of overwhelming lassitude pass over both his mind and body. Feeling that he should somehow be a bit more concerned about what seemed to be inexplicably happening to himself, Giles nevertheless tiredly dropped his head forward, until his chin hit the front of his tweed suit. Despite this, the seated man in the office continued to blearily watch what was now playing on the video clip.

In the basement room, the far door slid open, and the instant that portal moved far enough, a vampire in game face dashed through the doorway, savagely sprinting right at the stock-still human standing in the middle of the room. This stranger didn't react the slightest to his oncoming doom. Perhaps this was because after a few more bounding strides made by the advancing demon, that monster started to slow down in his path, eventually coming to a dead stop while then swaying on his feet, looking as if he was about to pass out any second now. Bewilderedly regarding the placid human prey in front of himself that was just a grab away, the confused vampire managed to raise his numb right arm up almost to shoulder level, only to then helplessly let this limb fall back to his side. A truly panicked expression upon the vampire's deformed face now shifted into an enormous yawn, displaying every fang possessed by the creature of the night.

That didn't seem to bother the other man at all. Instead, with real sympathy being displayed by him, the stranger stepped forward, and he then kindly patted the vampire several times on his left shoulder. At the same time, Mister Whoever-He-Was now stated in a genuinely uninspiring tone, "Look, son, I know it must be tough being somebody who has to live on blood and can't go outside in the daytime. But you have to look on the bright side. After all, with the chance of eternal life, you've got the opportunity to be really good at something, if you just apply yourself, for however long it takes. Tell me…have you ever considered a career in architecture?"

In the castle office, Rupert Giles abruptly slammed himself back in his chair, eyes snapping open in sheer shock as the Englishman recoiled at what then happened in the video clip. Completely shaken out of his unnatural lethargy, Giles stuttered out loud, "I…I've never before seen a vampire commit suicide like that, tearing off his own head with his bare hands!"

Several sharp crack! sounds echoed in the room, as Giles looked up to see Xander finish giving himself a last hard slap. Rubbing at his stinging face, the California native then cynically commented, "Yeah, well, the a-word seems to be the real danger point. Though, even when he toned down his power of absolute boredom, once that guy started on family finances, Mike Brady still took only five seconds flat in sending to sleep a whole lab crowded with the people who were studying him."

Ignoring Giles' open mouth, Xander shuddered in real dread, to then confide to his amazed listener, "After I woke up everyone there by turning on the fire sprinklers, we managed to convince somebody who could easily halt in their tracks a full-speed elephant stampede to pretty much knock it off. I have to warn you, in person, that guy's still thoroughly dull. What made us really nervous is how his talent to project total apathy can in one way or another pass on through a recording. All it'd take for Mr. Brady to wipe out human civilization would be having someone tape him reading the phone book, and then broadcasting that truly mind-numbing recitation on every possible network and cable tv channel."

His face bearing an expression of grave concern over what he'd just mentioned, Xander glanced down at where Giles was seated, only to meet a genuinely suspicious glower from the suddenly-skeptical older man, who'd had quite enough of this. In his no-nonsense tone, the former Watcher demanded, "Look here, today isn't April first, but knowing you, I wouldn't be surprised at all if you couldn't resist playing such an entertaining joke on me, by coming up with people pretending to have those idiotic abilities-"

"Hey!" indignantly interrupted Xander, who then proceeded to aim the remote once more at the computer monitor, while continuing his irked protest, "I swear by the Greatest Dane of them all, Scooby-Doo himself, that this isn't any kind of prank! As shown by examples three, four, and five!"