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the day Anya was bored of demons
*laying on her bed, reading a magazine* *A demon shimmers in* Demon: You�re coming with me Me: No, I�m not Demon: *walks over to her and grabs her* I said, you�re coming with me Me: *orbs out of his grip and orbs in the other side of the room* And I said I�m not *forms a fireball and throws it at him* Demon: *ducks the fireball* Me: Wow, you�re good� *gets back on her bed and continues flipping through her magazine* *looks up at the demon* Oh you can go now Demon: Huh? I have to take you to the underworld Me: Oh, ya, the underworld� you know, that place is so boring� you should get some vending machines and a few pictures� to liven the place up, yup yup. Demon: I don�t appreciate your sarcasm Me: I don�t appreciate you being in my room and pissing me off, but you�re still here. Demon: *thinking* I wish I could kill you witch� Me: I�m half-whitelighter too, please, you could at least get that right Demon: huh? Me: Are you a human in disguise? Demon: Erm� no Me: Well you�re really human like� and kinda dumb Demon: I used to be human and I am not dumb Me: Used to be? Oh you so are� you could�ve taken me to the underworld by now or killed me or something� but you�re having a conversation with me, which, I might add, is really crap. Demon: Used to be, yep yep, you made me a demon with your stupid vengeancey ways. Me: oooh, I�m good! Erm� yeah so, why do you want to take me down to the underworld? Revenge?! Demon: Revenge for Lucas Me: Lucas? Who the hell over is Lucas? Demon: The brother of Mark Me: Mark? OH MARK! Mark had a brother?? Demon: Yes Me: Wow, who knew! Demon: He wants to get you back for killing his brother Me: Mark was a jerk, who�d want revenge for him? Demon: Lucas� we just established that� Me: Sarcasm is not your color� *sighs* You�re boring me, please leave Demon: *stays standing there* Me: *throws another fireball at him and he explodes* What a freaky Demon Demon: *before he completely explodes* LUCAS WILL COME FOR YOU! Me: Yadda yadda yadda *continues reading her magazine* |
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| "How Soon Is Now?" | |
| I am the son and the heir | |
| Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar | |
| I am the son and heir | |
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Of nothing in particular
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| You shut your mouth | |
| How dare you say | |
| I go about things the wrong way | |
| I am human and I need to be loved | |
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Just like everybody else does
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| I am the son and the heir | |
| Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar | |
| I am the son and heir | |
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Of nothing in particular
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| You shut your mouth | |
| How dare you say | |
| I go about things the wrong way | |
| I am human and I need to be loved | |
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Just like everybody else does
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| There's a club if you'd like to go you | |
| Could meet somebody who really loves you | |
| So you go, and you stand on your own and | |
| You leave on your own and you go home, | |
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And you cry and you want to die.
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| When you say it's gonna happen "now", | |
| When exactly do you mean? see I've already | |
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Waited too long and all my hope is gone
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| You shut your mouth | |
| How dare you say | |
| I go about things the wrong way | |
| I am human and I need to be loved | |
| Just like everybody else does |