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So this is what it is. Talking about communication.

Talking about language. Not the same thing.

It's about inspiration,

not the idea, but the moment before the idea,

when it's total.

When it blossoms in your mind and connects to everything.

It's about the thoughts and experiences

that we don't have a word for.

A demonstration.

Buffy summers.

Come on down to the front here.

A typical college girl, one assumes.

Lie down on my desk.

What?

Go ahead. You're perfectly safe.

Riley, if you could oblige.

A demonstration, right?

Be a good boy.

This feels very strange.

Don't worry. If I kiss you, it'll make the sun go down.

See?

Fortune favors the brave.

Do you hear that?

♪ Can't even shout, can't even cry ♪

♪ The gentlemen are coming by ♪

♪ Looking in windows, knocking on doors ♪

♪ They need to take 7, and they might take yours ♪

♪ Can't call to mom ♪

♪ Can't say a word ♪

♪ You're gonna die a-screaming, but you won't be heard ♪♪

So I'll see you all on Monday for a final review session.

Man, that was an exciting class, huh?

Oh, yeah. Wow.

And the last 20 minutes, it was a revelation.

Just laid out everything we need to know for the final.

I'd hate to have missed that.

Just tell me I didn't snore.

Very discreet. Minimal drool.

Oh, yay.

So, were you dreaming?

Yeah. And it was kind of intense.

Intense. Really? 'Cause you seemed so peaceful.

Of course, it was only for a moment.

Right. Hey, you guys headed over toward Judd?

Uh, student center.

Oh, great. So, this dream...

You know, you guys go. I'm gonna do the thing.

So I'll see you after Wicca group.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

So tell me about your dream.

As a psych major, I'm qualified to go, "hmm."

I don't really remember it.

Well, did I appear at all in this dream?

There might've been a cameo.

Is that right?

Maybe more like a featured role.

Romantic lead?

I am not saying a word.

So what have you got going on tonight?

Oh, patrolling.

Patrolling?

Uh, petroleum.

Petroleum?

Uh-huh.

Tonight you have crude oil?

And homework.

What about you?

Oh, you know, grading papers.

Ahh, that'll be fun.

Not petroleum fun, but it passes the time.

So, I, uh...

Yeah.

I guess I won't see you until...

Yeah.

What papers?

Papers?

Uh, grading what papers?

We only have the final.

Oh, yeah. No, i... late... late papers I gotta look at.

Oh, okay.

Neat.

So, uh...

Class.

I'll see you then.

Yeah.

Fortune favors the brave.

Can't even shout, can't even cry.

The gentlemen are coming by.

It sounds vaguely familiar.

You sure it's nothing you heard when you were a child?

All right. Nothing else?

Well, it could definitely be one of your prophetic dreams,

or it could just be the eternal mystery that is your brain.

I'll check it out,

and I'll let you know if I find something.

All right, bye-bye.

Have you heard of a group called the gentlemen?

Group of what?

The gentlemen.

Don't know.

You certain?

No. We're out of weetabix.

We are out of weetabix because you ate it all again.

Get some more.

I thought vampires were supposed to eat blood.

Yeah, well, sometimes I like to crumble up the weetabix in the blood.

Gives it a little texture.

Since the picture you just painted

means that I will never touch food of any kind again,

you'll just have to pick it up yourself.

Sissy.

I don't get where this is coming from.

Well, what am I supposed to think?

Well, how could say I'm using you?

You don't care about what I think.

You don't ask about my day.

You really did turn into a real girl, didn't you?

See? You make jokes during my pain.

You don't care about me at all.

I care about you.

How much?

What do I mean to you?

I...

We, you know, we spend...

We'll talk about it later.

Well, I think we should talk about it now.

Thank you for knocking.

If you don't know how I feel about...

I don't. This isn't a relationship.

You don't need me.

All you care about is lots of orgasms.

Okay, remember how we talked about private conversations?

How they're less private when they're in front of my friends?

We're not your friends. Go on.

Please don't.

This is important.

Yes, but why is it here?

Mom said you wanted me to swing by.

Oh, well, yes. I meant after sunset.

Um, I need you to take spike for a few days.

What? What? What?

I'm not staying with him.

I have a friend who's coming to town,

and I'd like us to be alone.

Oh, you mean an orgasm friend?

Yes, that's exactly the most appalling thing you could've said.

He's not roaming around.

If he stays with me, he's gonna get tied up again.

What about us, our romantic evening?

I'm not having these two shag

while I'm tied to a chair 3 feet away.

So you're blowing off our evening because you don't care about me.

We come together, daughters of gaia,

sisters to the moon.

We walk with the darkness,

the wolf at our side,

through the waterfall of power,

to the blackest heart of eternity.

I think we should have a bake sale.

I don't know.

You guys like a bake sale, right?

I mean, we need money for the dance recital,

and you know I do an empowering lemon Bundt.

The most important thing is the gaia newsletter.

We need to get the message of blessing out to the sisters.

Also, who left their scented candles

dripping all over my woman-power shrine?

Well, this is good. This is all fun.

Yeah, but there's also other stuff

that we might show an interest in

as a Wicca group.

Like what?

Well, there's the wacky notion of spells.

You know, conjuring, transmutation.

Oh, yeah. Then we could all get on our broomsticks

and fly around on our broomsticks.

You know, certain stereotypes are not very empowering.

I think that...

One person's energy can suck the power

from an entire circle. No offense.

Well, maybe we could...

Yeah? Tara? Guys, quiet. Do you have a suggestion?

Okay. Let's talk about the theme for the bacchanal.

So not stellar, huh?

Talk. All talk. Blah, blah, gaia.

Blah, blah, moon.

Menstrual life force power thingy.

You know, after a couple sessions,

I was hoping we would get into something real, but...

No actual witches in your witch group.

No. Bunch of wannablessedbes.

You know, nowadays,

every girl with a henna tattoo and a spice rack

thinks she's a sister of the dark ones.

I'm sorry it was a bust.

I know you were looking to go further in that department.

I'd just like to float something bigger than a pencil someday.

Hey, how's with you and Riley?

You two seemed pretty snugly after class.

Talk. All talk.

Do I have to tie you two together?

We almost, but...

Well, get with it. I need my vicarious smoochies.

I don't know.

I get nervous and I start babbling and he starts babbling,

and it's a babble fest.

Plus, every time we talk, I have to lie.

The slayer thing comes up one way or another.

I wish I could just come clean.

Well, you can't.

Yeah, I know I can't.

But it bugs me this time.

This is the burden we bear, brother.

We have a gig that would inevitably cause any girl living

to think we are cool upon cool.

Yet we must Clark Kent our way through the dating scene,

never to use our unfair advantage.

Thank god we're pretty.

But it's just... Buffy's special.

You think she's special?

Wow, first 486 times you told me, it didn't register,

but now I see that you think she's special.

See? You're naturally inclined to talk too much.

I don't have that.

Then get with the kissing.

Riley Finn.

Initiative vocal code match complete.

I don't see why I have to be tied up.

It's just while I'm sleeping.

Like I'd bite you, anyway.

Oh, you would.

Not bloody likely.

I happen to be very biteable, pal.

I'm moist and delicious.

All right, yeah, fine. You're a nummy treat.

And don't you forget it.

Xander, don't you care about me?

Shut up.

We never talk.

Shut up.

Xan-der. Shut up!

"They need to take 7"...

Take 7 what?

Olivia.

Sorry I'm so late. The flight was a horror.

Oh, no. Bad weather?

Baseball movie.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Yeah. That's enough small talk, don't you think?

Retinal scan accepted.

Vocal code not accepted.

Please state your name for vocal identification.

Vocal code not accepted.

Unauthorized beings will be considered hostile.

Please commence vocal identification in the next 20 seconds

to avoid countermeasures.

Override code incorrect.

Lethal countermeasures engaged.

Breaking news item from sunnydale, California...

Apparently the entire town has been quarantined

due to an epidemic of... as strange as this may sound... laryngitis.

It seems the town has been rendered unable to speak.

There's no word yet what might have caused this

or what other effects might be seen from this epidemic.

Local authorities have issued a statement...

A written statement, I should say...

Blaming recent flu vaccinations.

A few skeptics call it a citywide hoax.

In the meanwhile, sunnydale has effectively shut down.

All schools and businesses will be closed for the time being.

And residents are advised to stay home and rest up.

The centers for disease control have ordered the entire town quarantined.

No one can go in or out until the syndrome is identified

or the symptoms disappear.

We'll bring you more on that as it develops.

Because there will be chaos.

You will help keep order. Dress as civilians.

A military presence would only increase panic.

We are looking into it. Go. Help maintain order.

We will find an answer.

Aaaaaahhhhh!!

You were there looking for me?

I thought m-m-maybe we could do a spell,

make people talk again.

I-I'd seen you in the... the group,

the w-Wicca group.

You were... you were different than them.

I mean, they didn't seem to know...

What they were talking about?

I think if they saw a witch,

they would, um, run the other way.

How long have you been practicing?

Always. I mean, since I was little.

My mom used to. She, um...

Had a lot of power, like you.

Oh, I'm not... i don't have much in the way of power.

Really. I mean, most of my potions come out... Soup.

Besides, spells going awry, friends in danger.

I'm definitely nothing special.

No, you are.

So, would you say this was, um, your best visit ever?

All the time you used to talk to me about witchcraft and darkness and the like...

I just thought you were being pretentious.

Oh, I was.

I was also right.

So everything you told me was true?

Well, no.

I wasn't actually one of the original members of pink Floyd, but...

About the monster stuff, yes.

Scary.

Too scary?

I don't know.

Hi.

Hi.

Well...

I guess we have to talk.

I guess we do.

Grr! Arrgh!