It was a night like any other night. Buffy Summers met her friends Zander and Willow in the school library where they often met to discuss world-ending crises and demons that had long spikes protruding from their skulls. Tonight was different though; no one was smiling or making snide jokes about dark, depressing events. Tonight they had a new adversary. One that made them all shudder. Buffy's friend Giles stood in the corner, reading a large volume entitled, "Birds of Antarctica." Buffy sat fiddling with a stake that had not come in handy against her latest foe. Buffy's friend Zander tried his very hardest to come up with a smart remark to lighten the situation, but try as he might, there was no light in this situation. A few minutes passed, and everyone remained silent, knowing that this could be the last night any one of them would be alive. "I'm going to get 'im. I can't just sit here while he's out there, possibly hurting innocent people!" As Buffy said this, the door banged open, exposing the room to the cold, stormy night. A bolt of lightning illuminated the figure in the door. Barely three feet tall, he towered over very little, BUT he was still slightly menacing. "Meep!" he said ominously, making everyone in the room shudder. "You bastard! How could you kill all those people?!" Buffy snapped...unwisely. "Meep!" he chirped even louder and more high pitched, making everyone but the ignorant Buffy cringe with fear. The small penguin that had opened the door waddled forward. Buffy took a cautious step back. He took a deliberate step forward, as if to say, "Meep!" very loudly. After digging around a bit in a large satchel that he dragged behind him, the penguin pulled out a shot gun that was a at least three feet long. Loading in some shells and cocking the shotgun loudly, he pointed the barrel absentmindedly at Buffy's friend, Willow. "MEEP!!" he meeped, as if to say "Die bitch!" With an impossibly loud BAM, he pulled the trigger of the shotgun, blowing two holes in Willow's skull. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!! WILLLLLLLOW!!!!!" Buffy screamed, stupidly. The penguin, picking himself off of the ground where the kickback of the shotgun had landed, replaced the shotgun in his satchel. He waddled out the door, and let Buffy weep over her loss. As he waddled out the door, he chuckled to himself (or, he would have chuckled, had he had a larynx advanced enough to do so) and decided that this killing thing wasn't so bad. He also decided that some nice, cold fish would be nice. "This isn't over Bob! This isn't over!" he heard Buffy yell. "Meep," he said to himself. "Meep."