Cat,

I stumbled on this scrawled on a scrap of tattered and stained paper outside a sleazy motel in a small but interesting California town.

"Please, who ever finds this note, please helps us.....

Spike said the chocolate sauce was almost gone and I started to hope, but then they pulled out the pistachio.  I hate green!

They've had us trapped here for three days, I'm nearly dead and Spike, who happens to actually be dead, feels like it.

Who thought that talking two little innocent fanfic girls into a date at the Sunnydale Paradise Motel could be so dangerous. 

We should have been suspicious when one of them held Spike off with a cross and the other one took our clothes.

You should have seen the look in their eyes when they said, " we won't need these any more."

I've got to end now, Spike said they're coming back.

Oh God, it's marshmallow fluff, oh the humanity!

Hurry, please were in room  ..."


Unfortunately the rest of the paper was covered with some kind of melted marshmallow sauce.

GP