800 pages!
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thebratqueenOkay, finally had the chance to post the last of the 800 pages. Now bear in mind it's not the last of the RPGFH, just the last of the Angel/Wes/Spike emails that I threaded. There's more to come, but it's in random IRC logs and whatnot.
In the meanwhile, enjoy Part 8, which contains such lines as:
Yeah he did. But you know Wes. "Spike and I had sex" covers a LOT of ground for him. Could've fucking used a trapeze and he wouldn't of mentioned it.
***
We're vampires. Death's part of the deal. Sharing sex partners - little
different.
***
I thought I might just attack you at the doorway and let matters proceed
naturally from there.
***
> And if I should happen to wake up some night with the moon and the
> stars in my pocket, you won't have any objection to accepting them?
No, although I will wonder why you have pockets the size of the universe
in your trousers.
***
Tongue. I could do at least fifty different things to his dad's tongue
that wouldn't even come close to killing him.
Sorry. Just thinking out loud here.
***
> Angel seems to be of two minds regarding food.
He's of two minds regarding most things. Too bad neither one of 'em works
very well.
***
There were Cordy's brownies last year, which shouldn't be consumed by anyone, even a vampire seeking his own redemption.
***
I'm glad you two have each other. And for fuck's sake kill me now, my brain has been taken over by a sodding greeting card writer.
***
You know, I've been to Hell. I can honestly say - that sucks more.
Hell's less embarassing. You'll like it.
***
That was your mother?? You're joking! She killed one of my
classmates in my final year! Dear God what a small world.
***
Lost me there, luv. Which rest? If what? Oh, and Red says you killed her
goldfish. Just curious, what was the thought process there? A little
vampire sushi?
***
Again two words that do not go together: "Spike" and "coming"
***
> Walk in the sunshine. Survive the sinister splinter. Deck yourself in
> rosaries, if you feel like it. Besides, it was my ring until Buffy took
> it and sent it to you. You don't want it, give it the fuck back.
But I didn't *like* you then, sunshine. Again I'm really gonna have to
stick to this point of you trying to kill me when that all went down.
***
I believe I'm allowed at least a certain level of appreciation for anyone
who doesn't attempt to kill or maim me.
***
I can't say I'm up on the distinctions between Christians. It's all just burning agony to me.
***
I daresay you are at least slightly more sentient than a pencil.
***
Um. Yeah. Okay. Sure. No, wait, not sure. A) We're vampires, we don't
have principles. We have whims. And B) even if we did, what the fuck
principle is that? Thou shalt kill the slayer in a really long and boring,
obsessive compulsive disorder sort of way because, um, thou just shalt?
***
> She got to Angel.
Yeah? So? I love you, you know that, but *brown rice* gets to you. *Movies
about robots that learn how to love* get to you. *Bad hair days* get to
you. Not like she was unique in that regard. Okay, yeah, a tiny bit more
serious. But you got to her just as bad, if not worse.
***
All that and more can be found inthe last part of the 800 pages.
In the meanwhile, enjoy Part 8, which contains such lines as:
Yeah he did. But you know Wes. "Spike and I had sex" covers a LOT of ground for him. Could've fucking used a trapeze and he wouldn't of mentioned it.
***
We're vampires. Death's part of the deal. Sharing sex partners - little
different.
***
I thought I might just attack you at the doorway and let matters proceed
naturally from there.
***
> And if I should happen to wake up some night with the moon and the
> stars in my pocket, you won't have any objection to accepting them?
No, although I will wonder why you have pockets the size of the universe
in your trousers.
***
Tongue. I could do at least fifty different things to his dad's tongue
that wouldn't even come close to killing him.
Sorry. Just thinking out loud here.
***
> Angel seems to be of two minds regarding food.
He's of two minds regarding most things. Too bad neither one of 'em works
very well.
***
There were Cordy's brownies last year, which shouldn't be consumed by anyone, even a vampire seeking his own redemption.
***
I'm glad you two have each other. And for fuck's sake kill me now, my brain has been taken over by a sodding greeting card writer.
***
You know, I've been to Hell. I can honestly say - that sucks more.
Hell's less embarassing. You'll like it.
***
That was your mother?? You're joking! She killed one of my
classmates in my final year! Dear God what a small world.
***
Lost me there, luv. Which rest? If what? Oh, and Red says you killed her
goldfish. Just curious, what was the thought process there? A little
vampire sushi?
***
Again two words that do not go together: "Spike" and "coming"
***
> Walk in the sunshine. Survive the sinister splinter. Deck yourself in
> rosaries, if you feel like it. Besides, it was my ring until Buffy took
> it and sent it to you. You don't want it, give it the fuck back.
But I didn't *like* you then, sunshine. Again I'm really gonna have to
stick to this point of you trying to kill me when that all went down.
***
I believe I'm allowed at least a certain level of appreciation for anyone
who doesn't attempt to kill or maim me.
***
I can't say I'm up on the distinctions between Christians. It's all just burning agony to me.
***
I daresay you are at least slightly more sentient than a pencil.
***
Um. Yeah. Okay. Sure. No, wait, not sure. A) We're vampires, we don't
have principles. We have whims. And B) even if we did, what the fuck
principle is that? Thou shalt kill the slayer in a really long and boring,
obsessive compulsive disorder sort of way because, um, thou just shalt?
***
> She got to Angel.
Yeah? So? I love you, you know that, but *brown rice* gets to you. *Movies
about robots that learn how to love* get to you. *Bad hair days* get to
you. Not like she was unique in that regard. Okay, yeah, a tiny bit more
serious. But you got to her just as bad, if not worse.
***
All that and more can be found inthe last part of the 800 pages.
