"Was this really necessary?"

"Yep."

"I know your happy about getting the chip out an' all, but, really, Spike, this is more violent then need be."

"Can it, Watcher. If you heard some of their crap, you would have done the exact same thing. Trust me."

"He has a point..."

"Shut up, Xander. We do not advocate killing innocent people."

"Not innocent, if you ask me."

"We didn't ask you, Spike. You know, I should've staked you already."

"Shove it, Slayer. You'd be dead before you even got a splinter near my body. You're lucky you're not number three already."

"You know, it's kinda cool.."

"Will!"

"Idiot childe. Didn't I teach you not to kill celebrities?"

"Like I ever listened to you."

"My younger cousin liked them."

"So? And now I like them. They're funny."

"Anya, honey, don't get in a fight with Cordelia."

"Can we get back to the problem at hand?"

"Still insisting it's not a problem. And can probably get over half the world's population to agree with me."

"Moot point. You do know you just made more work for me?"

"It was a lot of work for me too! I had to track them down, find this arena, would've charged admission if you lot hadn't killed the people in line, and the rest didn't run away in fright."

"You were going to charge admission?! Make helpless people pay to watch the demise of favored music icons?"

"Don't describe them like that if you value your knackers."

"All right."

"Spike, stop threatening my employees."

"Whatever. I just think you sods should go and leave me to my enjoyment."

"I'm going to have to kill them."

"Not until one wins over the other."

"No, I can't wait that long."

"Got to get back to Sunnyhell to shag corn-boy, I understand. Leave."

A growl.

"Calm down, Angelus. You knew she was shagging farm-commando."

"I want to stay to see this."

"Anya,-"

"No. I'm not leaving. This is just getting interesting."

Pause.

"Bloody hell! How am I going to pay for the arena, now that nobody bought tickets to this?"

"Borrow some of Dead-boy's."

"No way, my raise comes before Angel helping Bleached Wonder pay for his carnage."

"Always concerned about others, huh, Cordelia?"

"Don't start with me, Buffy."

"Why don't you leave yet! I want to be left alone with my entertainment."

"Come on, Buffy, you can kill Spike another time."

"Dream on, witch. Dream on."

"We might as well leave. I trust Spike will have them under his control after they finish tearing each other to pieces, and then Buffy can hunt for Spike."

"You know it doesn't work when you plan in front of me."

"Not like you'd remember it."

"Like the Slayer said, 'Moot point.'"

"Spike, if I catch you stepping one fang out of line in my city, I'll gut you myself."

"Graphic much?"

"Let's leave Spike with his sicko enjoyment. And Anya, you have to come with us."

"But I don't want to...."

"Yes, leave and this is all to myself."

Spike smiled as the last of the white hats left his little arena. He reclined in his seat, eating a bit of the popcorn from bag he was holding, watching the carnage unfolding in front of him, as the Backstreet Boys and N*Sync, his new-turned minions(first after the chip was removed), beat the respective other band into a bloody pulp.