The gang was all huddled around the dining table hovering Willow who was researching to find where the geek Trio was stationed. Everyone had decided to chip in and they all tried their hardest to get Spike back, in one piece. Xander was even willing to do some research, or at least keep people sane. The gang watched on as Willow did her magic, on the computer of course.
"Will, ya got anything yet?" Buffy asked as she started to pace behind the herd.
"I think so, but I'm not sure," Willow said as she fiercely watched the computer screen, "The passwords are all in a jumble and the location-AHA!"
"What! What!" Buffy shouted as she ran to Willow's side.
"I've got it!" Willow joyfully said and clicked the print button.
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"You can do it," Jonathon encouraged.
"No, I can't. It's wrong," Andrew pleaded.
"Come on! You won't regret it," Jonathon pushed.
"That's what you said last time we traded action figures. I gave you my Luke Skywalker and all you gave me was the R2D2 module. Do you know how unfair that was?" Andrew ranted on as he cradled his precious action figure.
"Wuss," Jonathon said as he sat back down at his computer.
"Freak," Andrew chimed.
"Loser," Jonathon shot back.
Warren, disgusted with all the noise decided to break up the catfight. He reluctantly climbed out of his bed and slowly walked towards the door. 'When will this torment end?' Warren thought.
"Shut up! God! When will you two ever just top fighting and do something useful for a change?" Warren lectured.
"I am not a loser," Andrew pouted.
Warren shot both hands through his hair and tried to stay calm. He didn't know why he had gotten those two nerds to be his accomplices. They had always fought and bickered through every petty little thing. He tried all he could to make sure he didn't pull any of his own hair off his head.
"You know what? Why don't you two go torture Spike? I bet he'd enjoy that," Warren said bitterly and threw a super-soaker at Andrew and a string of garlic at Jonathon.
"Ooo! Ooo! Can we use that little button, contraption, box thingy?" Andrew begged.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Warren said as he walked into his room and slammed the door behind him.
"Cool!" Andrew yelped and ran towards the button.
Jonathon was quick to follow and in no time they were fighting over the handy little contraption. They were tugging and rolling all over each other, trying to get the button. Meanwhile, the chip was bombarding Spike as it continuously fired every time the Nerd would lay hands on the masterpiece. Spike clutched his head in pain and tried to bite back his scream but he couldn't. Spike let out a blood-curdling scream that pierced through the air. Jonathon and Andrew both froze, mid-battle, and turned their heads towards the vampire. They both watched in shock and horror and they watched Spike howl and thrash about. Warren came rushing out of his room to see what the entire ruckus was about. He grin grew wide once again as he looked on at the vampire in pain.
"Now that's what I call torture," Warren evilly whispered to himself.
Andrew and Jonathon continued to hang on to each other for support as they nudged over to Warren, their eyes never leaving the pain-stricken vampire.
"We didn't mean to, we swear," Andrew said as Jonathon nodded absentmindedly.
"Boys," Warren said as he wrapped his arms around the two, "This is what I mean my business. You guys have finally shown your potential."
Andrew and Jonathon both stared confusingly at Warren and he continued to speak.
"Look at him," Warren said as he pointed to Spike, "You've got a brutal killer, tied up in a cage, screaming for mercy. And guess what? You're responsible for it. You're finally bigger than the Big Bad."
"Yeah…" Andrew answered, "We're, like, the Bigger Bads."
All heads then turned to Spike as he finally quieted down. They all took a good look at the vampire who was panting and now who had a stream of blood streaking his upper lip. The chip had fired so hard that it struck a nerve causing him to bleed. The Nerds all watched as Spike slumped over in the corner and quickly fell unconscious.
"Shouldn't we get him a towel or something?" Jonathon asked.
"Nah, he'll just have to deal," Warren said harshly.
"He's unconscious again! I've already rearranged my collection in alphabetical order, cleaned them, and tagged every one of them twice…"Andrew whined but after he made his realization he hollered, "Oh, Jonathon…"