Hitting the ground in a reflexive tumble which brought Buffy back up onto her feet and ready for battle once again, the Slayer confronted a very pissed-off Hellgoddess in front of that hastily-built tower of sacrifice both of them had just fallen off tonight.

Glory screamed at the other blonde female, "WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE?!"

Hefting the Troll hammer she'd managed to hold onto throughout everything, Buffy yelled back at the skank in the black outfit, "YOU FIRST! XANDER – MORE COWBELL!"

Now totally baffled by this extremely unexpected latter declaration, a normally incurious Glory had to pause to wonder out loud, "More cowbell? What does that even mean?"

WHUMP!

From where it'd started plummeting at Buffy's urgent order, a ten-foot tall iron cowbell weighing a couple of tons smashed through the ceiling of their room and then promptly landed upright at Glory's position, trapping her inside this oversize musical instrument.

Leaning out of the window of the outside crane he'd just used to drop the cowbell specially created by the Watchers' Council and shipped via air all the way from England (and if you think a bunch of staid Britons would've instantly rejected such an absurd plan, go back in WWII history and google the term 'The Great Panjandrum' as applying to a ludicrous rocket-propelled, double-wheel cart laden with explosives far more dangerous to its creators than to the enemy to think otherwise), Xander smirked downwards at where a concealed Glory was undoubtedly asking herself, "Why'd it just get dark in here?"

"Uh-oh", gulped Xander in a swift change of mood when he caught sight of Buffy charging towards the cowbell, winding up with the Troll hammer in serious walloping intent. Frantically cramming the earplug he'd earlier removed to listen for the Slayer's command back into the unprotected ear, Xander also prudently wrapped his arms around the sides of his head, all just in time before Buffy clobbered the cowbell with every bit of her Slayer strength.

…WHHHHHHOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG…!

Staggering back from the continuing blast of aural resonance which shattered windows throughout the entire city of Sunnydale, Buffy dropped the Troll hammer and clenched her teeth to prevent them from doing the same.

…WHHHHHHOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG…!

Glancing around with vibrating eyeballs due to that ongoing acoustic throbbing, Buffy blearily saw Glory's minions, the guards, and the human victims of her brain-sucking instantly collapse onto the ground, stricken into unconsciousness by something they were unprotected against, unlike the Scooby Gang who'd earlier made their own precautions from this.

…WHHHHHHOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG…!

Now anxiously staring upwards at the tower's top level where Doc had been guarding Dawn ready for the draining of the Key's blood, Buffy soon saw a round object connected to an extremely-long appendage be hurled off the tower. This was next followed by a headless corpse flung off the same way, indicating Spike had just saved Dawn and dealt permanently with Doc also weakened by that unending sound barrage.

…WHHHHHHOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG…!

Gathering around Buffy, the rest of their group consisting of Willow, Tara, Anya, Giles, and Xander climbing down from the crane eventually had a smirking Spike and Dawn join them. Thoroughly hugging each other, the Summers sisters missed how Xander pointed at the still-ringing cowbell and raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question at Giles.

…WHHHHHHOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG…!

Checking his wristwatch only to stare with outrage at how it'd not just stopped but the glass face of it was thoroughly cracked into total ruin, Giles lowered his arm and shrugged, miming how he had no idea either how long that bloody bell was going to be at it. He made another mindful gesture towards the out-cold human victims and then patted the pockets of his tweed jacket where Giles had previously stashed several spare pairs of earplugs, just as the others had done.

…WHHHHHHOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG…!

Nodding in unison, the Scoobies went off together to pick up the unconscious people and take them to the local Sunnydale hospital. The emergency room medical personnel there wouldn't even blink at finding their newest patients one and all had hearing protection shoved deep into their ears; they'd experienced stranger things over the years in this demon-infested city. Such as that strange, unceasing noise in the middle of the night…which nobody was going out in the darkness there to check up on, if they damn well knew what was best for them.

…WHHHHHHOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG…!

Spike, on the other hand, had stayed behind at the tower. Somebody had to keep an eye on that soddin' cowbell, just in case. Not to mention he was feeling rather peckish at the moment after such a rousing fight. Now, however might he possibly satisfy his vampiric appetites with some nice, juicy blood tonight?

Let's see now, there was one insensible guard there, two insensible guards there, three insensible guards there. And he was all alone here, almost like the Slayer and her friends had already decided they didn't want to know…

…WHHHHHHOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG…!

The next morning, Buffy and the others consisting of Xander, Giles and Willow once more tooled up for combat warily approached the cowbell. Tara and Anya were back at the Revello house looking after Dawn recovering after her latest kidnapping and last night's other weird events, culminating with that huge bell dropped onto Glory. It was still ringing, but at least in a sufficiently lower pitch so that they all gratefully pulled out their earplugs the small group had previously inserted there.

…whhhhhoooooooooonnnnnnnnnnggggggg…

While doing this, nobody commented that Spike wasn't there which was only natural seeing how it was now bright daylight. Indeed, it was bright enough to see absolutely no trace of any bodies of their defeated foes.

Again, not a word was mentioned concerning this.

…whhhhhoooooooooonnnnnnnnnnggggggg…

Giving a test twirl of the Troll hammer, Buffy glanced around at her friends. As expected, they were looking back at the Slayer, awaiting her leadership.

Buffy went over to the right side of the cowbell, where the chain which had been attached to the crane's hook now dangled against the metal, leading upwards to where it was wrapped around the cowbell's handle. Holding the Troll hammer ready, Buffy took the end of the chain in her free hand and braced her feet against the concrete floor, to then give the chain a good, hard yank.

The entire cowbell tipped over onto its side, crashing upon some cushioning debris which not only kept the bell from ringing again, it cut off for once and all that exasperating toll in mid-chime.

…whhhhhoooooooooonnn—

Letting go of the chain to dash in front of the toppled cowbell, Buffy got there in time to promptly hop back from the flood of released fluids formerly under the cowbell sloshing into the Scooby Gang's direction across the floor.

"Yuck!" exclaimed Buffy, hearing the others' own disgusted comments as they all realized what had happened to Glory inside the cowbell. Battered in all directions from that overpowering vibration, she'd basically liquified in place, leaving nothing behind but her black clothing floating upon a puddle of Hellgoddess goo.

"That seems to be that," Giles beamed at his charges, savoring their latest victory. He thoughtfully eyed the cowbell on its side. "Of course, we have here a rather weighty loose end—"

Buffy shrugged just before jauntily bringing up the Troll hammer to perch the weapon's shaft onto her shoulder, telling Giles, "Let the Watchers deal with it. They brought it here, they can take it back home with them."

Giles considered this for a moment, before performing his own accepting shrug. "I suppose it'll eventually end up in our organization's trophy room. That is, assuming they'll be able to fit it through the doors—"

"You have a honest-to-God trophy room?" Xander eagerly broke in this time. He went on asking Giles with equal enthusiasm, "Please tell me the Watchers also have in there a dinosaur statue and a giant penny—!"

Glowering at that idiot boy babbling away, Giles curtly interrupted, "No, we bloody well don't!"

"Awww," Xander grumbled in between the others' snickering. He did brighten up a bit, however, at persisting with, "Remember, you promised to give me credit afterwards, exactly the way I put it down on paper. Capitals, too."

At seeing his Slayer's grin matching the smile made by Willow, Giles rolled his eyes in sheer exasperation.

He nonetheless confirmed, however reluctantly, "Fine, fine! I'm sure it'll be easy enough to attach a plaque of some sort to that thing, reading, 'As inspired by the Saturday Night Live comedy sketch of April 2000, Xander Harris of Sunnydale suggested a possible way to destroy the Hellgoddess formerly known as Glory and this was successfully carried out in May 2001. In the future, always be aware that when in doubt: Add MORE COWBELL!'"