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Anya grabs the Dagon Sphere from the box and starts to follow Xander upstairs when they are stopped by a strange sound. Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah... The theme song of "Bionic Woman" starts to play.
Xander: What's that?
Anya: (shrugs) I don't know and I'd really rather not to find out.
A Buffy look-alike stiffly walks by the staircase, arms bent at a right angle.
Xander: The Buffybot! I have an idea... Let's go, Ahn.
They arrive in the Magic Box's "meeting" room. Buffy is standing, the hammer in her hand, a proud smile on her face.
Xander: (glances around) Where'd Willow go?
Vamp Willow slinks past them, a satisfied smile on her face.
Xander: Wo-oow! Willow and leather...
Anya: (punches Xander in his arm)
The real Willow comes out of the closet along with Tara in tow.
Willow: Hiya, guys... (sits down at the table)
Tara: (wanders off to a corner)
Spike is standing by a bookcase, a pile of smoked out cigarettes can be seen close to his feet.
Spike: (whispers) Angelus...
Giles: (bewildered look) Erm, we need to come up with a plan... (takes off his glasses and clean them)
Elsewhere...
Glory is dressed in a ceremonial gown. She is a radiant beauty, soft blonde curls framing her petite face. But her beauty is a mere facade. Dawn is standing, her back close to the wall. A cloth is wrapped around Dawn's face, preventing her from speaking.
Glory: (stamps feet) Little Ben's humanity is gnawing at my guts like bunch of maggots feasting on dead flesh... (tears a chunk out from her hair)
Dawn: Mmmf, mmf!
Glory: Isn't it enough I have a certain male part? Now I gotta suffer from stupid conscience...tell me how you do it, Dawnie.
Dawn: Mmf, mmff, mmf!
Glory: (rolling eyes) Oh, for crying out loud... (unties the cloth and takes it off Dawn's face)
Dawn: Buffy will save me! She always does, every Tuesday...
Glory: (confused look) Today's Monday.
Dawn: I know.
Glory: Oh. Well, whatever! We're talking about me here, not Buffy! Minion, a mirror!
Jinx walks into the room, carrying a hand mirror.
Jinx: Here you go, oh so Beautificus Glorificus! (hands the mirror to Glory)
Glory: (peers at the mirror, admiring her reflection)
Dawn: I'm just a stupid girl! Nobody loves me!
Glory: Excuse me? I said, we're talking about me here.
Dawn: Screw you. I wanna talk about me.
Glory: No, me!
Dawn: Me!
They continue to argue, Jinx sadly shaking his head as he closes the door behind him.
The Magic box...
Buffy: That's...the...plan... Everyone...got...it...?
Everyone but Buffy is snoring, heads resting on the table. A dark-skinned young female with white markings suddenly appears out of nowhere along with a middle-aged bespectacled man who obsession with sliced cheese is made abundantly clear.
First Slayer: Death is your gift!
Cheese Man: I am the cheese. It wears me...
Buffy: Wha...
First Slayer: (standing up straight) Y'know, I'm tired of making incredibly cryptic messages.
Cheese Man: Yeah, me too.
First Slayer: Wanna go out for coffee?
Cheese Man: (shrugs) Sure. I hear there's a nice cafe that serves fondue at the corner of 51st.
They walk out of the establishment, together.
Buffy: (slowly shaking her head) Guys...wake...up...!
Spike: I'm drowning in shoes! (abruptly wakes up)
Anya: Mm, oh Xander...Angel...Spike...
Xander: Oh, Angel...
A hurt look appears on Spike's face.
Spike: The bloke's not dreaming about me?
Buffy: Giles...!
Giles: The world is definitely doomed! (sits up, rousing himself from sleep) I'm up!
Willow: (rubbing her eyes) I just had a strange dream...about John F. Kennedy.
Xander: Ooh, Spikeeee! Jonathan! Anya!
Spike: (obviously pleased now) That settles it then! Everyone wants me...
Willow pokes Xander in his ribs and elicits a rude response from him. Anya wakes up too.
Anya: I'm up, too. (her eyes glaze over as she plots something in her mind)
Buffy: Okay...everyone... It's...almost...time...for...us...to...go...
To be continued... Reviews if you like. I strongly urge you to do so. Reviews are all I have to live on.