Chapter 3 - I Am A Marxist, Just Like Groucho
"What do you mean I'm fat!" Said Buffy in a high pitched voice.
"I didn't say you were fat." Xander replied, desperately trying to recover the hopeless situation.
"If you think I'm fat then just say it."
"You're not fat and I didn't say you were."
"I can't believe you called me fat."
"I didn't!"
"Some friend you are."
"For the last time I didn't say you were fat!"
"That is the last thing a girl needs to hear."
"Yet it is the first thing they imagine they hear."
"Are you saying I'm over-reacting?"
"Yes is not a strong enough answer for that question."
"So not only are you calling me fat but you're also insulting me."
"Oh God, kill me now."
"Forget about God, I'm going to kill you."
"Well I wish someone would."
"Can't believe you called me fat."
"You know this is what I imagine hell is going to be like."
"Well get used to it because for calling me fat you're definitely going there."
"I don't care as long as it gets me out of this conversation."
"You're not getting off that lightly."
"That I could have guessed."
"There will be payback."
"Is this it?"
"And it will come when you least expect it."
"You mean there is something worse than this?"
"Ten times as worse."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Trust me in a little while you won't."
"All I said was that dress might be a bit small for you."
"Yeah because of my gigantic as-"
"No! Because it is Dawn's dress."
"Oh."
"Oh indeed."
"I still think you called me fat."
"Now there's a shock."