My first official parley as a very loosely affiliated member of... what are we? Tell me we're not Scoobies.
We haven't got-
[Interrupting] A name? Probably just as well. You'd want to be Angel's Avengers or something.
[laughing] Please. Angel's Avengers. Thats so... [stops laughing and gets a look implying that he likes the name]
So what's on the agenda?
Uh, I have assignments for people-- [a fizzing noise is heard, Angel glances over]
What? [Angel glares] I'm listening. With beer.
Forget it. This isn't a meeting, this is you being annoying.
[looking at the page] Hey, bullet points. Classy. Why am I always reconnaissance? I should get a decently flash gig like "save the girl" or "steal the emerald with the girl".
"Handsome man saved me from the monsters."
Exactly! Or... What's that now?
That's the first thing Fred said to me. In Pylea. She was trapped, hiding, afraid. Nearly crazy. Crazy, but brave. I should never have let her come here. Bad things always happen here.
Hate to break it to you, mate. But bad things always happen everywhere. Besides, she wanted to be here. It was her choice.
Was it?
Bugger, you're fixing to do something stupid, aren't you.
Done it. Came here. Spend every day lying to myself about making the world a better place.
Welcome to the planet. We all paint on our happy faces everyday, when all we really want is to pound the neighbour's missus, steal his Ben Franklins and, while we're at it, not think about the third of the world that's starving to death.
