"Teenagers. They're disgusting. All they care about is dry humping each other and spending as little time being useful to society as possible."
Snyder's lip curled up in disgust as he watched the students of Sunnydale High, his students, mill about the campus crisscrossing to their morning classes. Rupert Giles was in tow behind him carrying an armload of books. Sadly this was a song he'd heard too many times from the illustrious principal. He knew the damn melody by heart and could recite the words on his own, nearly verbatim. Soon the little weasel faced bastard would go on to talk about how children drain the economy, destroy good values, and generally dwell in a hormone driven frenzy to disrupt as much as possible before finally dying off or becoming useful, if such a thing could be done.
Inevitably it always went this way and Giles listened to it generally with half an ear, staying silent for the most part until prompted or prodded by his superior in title only. The thing that really grinded his gears, the one thing that made him bite his tongue until he drew blood was the end of his little rants. All of them, every one, usually came full circle to his beloved Slayer.
"And that Buffy Summers..."
"Now see here you pompous overblown little cockroach!" The words burst out of his mouth before he was aware of them. His mind wouldn't allow him to process for if he did he might never say them at all. "I understand that you don't like children and I can understand the fact that you are a miserable little rat that enjoys making everyone around you miserable as well which is something you have proven quite expert at. Now I think I have been more than tolerant to listen to these diatribes of yours time and again when I suspect the source is a deep seeded jealousy. Perhaps if you could attract the attention of a woman, or even a passable goat, you might be a bit better off."
Snyder backed up a few steps away from the librarian, trying to ignore as much of the outburst as he could and sputtering a little. With each step Giles imagined something heinous happening to the little worm. First he was struck by lightning, then he was a literal worm and was stepped on, and then he was dressed in a frilly pink tutu with a tee shirt that read "I love children". The principal's back hit a wall then and Giles' retribution was gaining attention from the student body.
"I think we've had quite enough of your brand of terror in these halls, Principal Snyder. I don't ever want to hear a single hateful word cross your lips ever again or so help me I will show you the meaning of being miserable. Do you hear me?"
"yes.." Snyder looked down. "I said do you hear me?"
Giles was shaken out of his daydream and saw an expectant principal looking at him. Apparently he hadn't made sufficient placating sounds and he pushed his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose. Pity that none of that was real...he sighed.
"Actually, I didn't hear a word."
The Watcher smiled as he walked away savoring the dumbfounded look on the smaller man's face.