YAMANH: Buffy Summers
is dead!
(DEMONS CHEERING)
Know that Yamanh of Hoht has killed the Slayer!
Scream his name,
dance his clan's war stomp,
for he is mighty and merciless!
(THE GIRL SPEAKING)
MIKE: Who the hell are you?
FAERIE: This is (BLEEP) up. You have to leave. Now.
THE GIRL: I leave, Yamanh'll bring his whole army upstairs,
and that's what I was sent here to stop.
FAERIE: He will kill you. THE GIRL: Could be.
FAERIE: So you have go. THE GIRL: Get to the surface.
Tell them he's massing and where.
Tell them they have to hit him now.
FAERIE: I didn't lay my faerie eggs inside your inner ear canal to watch you die.
THE GIRL: Huh?
FAERIE: I said something else. THE GIRL: Eggs?
FAERIE: It's not fatal. And I didn't do it.
THE GIRL: Go.
FAERIE: (SOBBING) Be here when I get back.
THE GIRL: Slayer's honor.
FAERIE: I love you, Buffy.
(THE GIRL SPEAKING)
(SIGHS) It's so unfair. It's fascism, is what it is.
We all get detention 'cause Holly "Trampo" Braeburn
leaves her panties in a utility closet?
GIRL 1: (MUFFLED) Okay, so how is that fascism?
THE GIRL: Please. Crack a book.
GIRL 2: How does that even happen?
How could you forget to put them back on?
GIRL 1: You've really never touched a boy, have you?
GIRL 2: I wouldn't touch Mike Billenger with a Hazmat suit.
Is that what they're called?
GIRL 1: You could've turned her in.
If you knew they were hers, we didn't all have to get boned.
THE GIRL: Duh! That's where it's fascism.
MIKE: Hey! Any of you seen Holly Braeburn? I need something from her.
(THE GIRL LAUGHS)
THE GIRL: Mike Billenger?
MIKE: Yeah, I know you?
THE GIRL: Oh, my God! Maybe the panties weren't hers!
GIRL 1: That is hilarious.
(GROANS)
GILES: And now I will tell you about the chain.
(THE GIRL SPEAKING)
RONA: There is no truth.
VIOLET: Oh! I broke another one!
ANDREW: Something wrong, honey?
VIOLET: I can't control my strength.
And I'm having dreams that are strange and disturb me.
ANDREW: Dreams of being another girl, in another time?
VIOLET: That's amazing! How did you know?
ANDREW: This pamphlet came in the mail.
It explains how many modern women and girls
are suffering from this unnamed condition.
VIOLET: There's a support group?
ANDREW: That's right! Just dial 1-800-CHOSEN-1
to meet girls who have this alarming yet fun condition.
VIOLET: I will! Now I won't be the only girl breaking vases.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
THE GIRL: This is a cult, right?
SLAYER: What do you think it is?
What do you think is happening to you?
(THE GIRL SPEAKING)
(THE GIRL SIGHS)
(GROWLING)
GILES: First, I'm going to tell you what you probably already know.
(THE GIRL SPEAKING)
DEMON: It's been so long since I ate anything sun-ripened.
(GROANS) Hey, now...
THE GIRL: I left you one to wipe with. Assuming you... No.
Tell Yamanh of my extraordinary mercy.
Tell him Buffy Summers is coming for him.
(FAERIE WHIMPERING)
(THE GIRL SPEAKING)
(THE GIRL SCREAMS)
GILES: The chain is something that...
(THE GIRL SPEAKING)
GILES: ...connected to one another.
(THE GIRL SPEAKING)
(VAMPIRES GROWLING)
LINDSAY: This is it. This is really it.
THE GIRL: We just gotta, we gotta, gotta...
SIMONE: Just stay out of my way, amateurs.
THE GIRL: We gotta focus.
Adapt.
(GROANING)
Work together.
SLAYER 1: I can't believe you did that!
SLAYER 2: That was so large!
SLAYER 1: That guy scared the crap out of me!
SLAYER 2: He was, like, 8 feet tall!
SLAYER 1: You should totally get to keep that sword.
SIMONE: Rather have a gun.
(THE GIRL PANTING)
THE GIRL: Yeah, I got a souvenir, too. Bet I make squad leader.
LINDSAY: You took the bite for me.
THE GIRL: Think Simone would have done that? Besides...
(THE GIRL SPEAKING)
RONA: The hair.
You need a serious dye job, and you'd have to maintain it yourself.
Body type, height are good.
Have to pad the bra a little,
but we're counting on these guys never to actually have seen her.
You get what all this is?
THE GIRL: You want me to be Buffy.
RONA: Sounds a lot more glam than it is.
We'd be sending you underground.
Under actual ground.
No one up here can know you're her.
No one down there can know you're not.
It's deep cover, and it's unbelievably dangerous.
We know next to nothing about the under-community,
except they're strong and they might be headed up.
Yamanh's the name down there.
THE GIRL: If you know his name...
RONA: Then he probably knows hers,
so, yeah, a decoy might keep him occupied,
might do some internal damage.
I'm looking at you for this, so I gotta figure you want the truth.
As in...
(THE GIRL SIGHS)
(RONA SPEAKING)
(PANTING)
(RONA SPEAKING)
(SIGHS)
(FAERIE EXCLAIMS)
SLUG KING: You passed the test.
The last one to fall this far, years ago,
he gave us your language
and this pretty necklace because he didn't pass. (LAUGHS)
THE GIRL: Everything's kind of swimmy.
SLUG KING: Now your odor will please all the slimefolk.
Safe passage is assured.
THE GIRL: The demon horde are eating you guys alive.
The only way you're gonna survive is to get in this together.
SLUG KING: Blasphemy!
FAERIE: They're slime. They're made of slime.
THE GIRL: Hey, I don't wanna hear it.
Yamanh's troops are coming up,
and they will go right through you to get to my people.
You have to stand together, and that includes the Ravenclan and the...
That thing that looks like a leaf-blower.
This is how we live. Together.
With each other. For each other. Otherwise...
SLUG KING: Hmm.
THE GIRL: Otherwise, there is no life in these caverns,
and I don't have to worry about what happens to it.
SLUG KING: You are throwing us to the wolves.
THE GIRL: The wolves are here.
But you have each other. You have a will to survive.
FAERIE: And we have the Chosen One.
Even Yamanh knows enough to fear the name Buffy Summers.
SLUG KING: The Slayer, will she truly face the blackness?
(FAERIE GIGGLING) (THE GIRL SCREAMING)
SLUG KING: Not turn and run back into the light?
MIKE: What's going on?
GIRL 1: Was that, like, a joke?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GIRLS SCREAMING) MIKE: What?
(HONKING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
MIKE: Are you okay?
Who the hell are you?
(DEMONS SHOUTING)
(THE GIRL SPEAKING)
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