Disclaimers: Sunnydale belongs to Joss Whedon, Kuzui Enterprises, and Mutant Enemy – not me. This should be self explanatory.
Cars came by, down the main road, in and out of the godforsaken town, their only indicators the headlights that flashed in the dark, illuminating the cheery sign. 'Welcome to Sunnydale!' And god if that wasn't a misnomer he didn't know what was. Adjusting the glasses on his face, the man took careful aim with his can of spray paint, biting his tongue and squinting his eyes in concentration as the word "HELL" slowly formed in a red haze. Snickering to himself, Rupert Giles underlined the word and strode off into the night, stake tucked in his belt and rakish grin stamped on over the tweed.
The End
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