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video ↯ the third ⇒ here comes the night time

[ spike is bustling around his kitchen, tea and toast in the making. he pulls a slice out of the toaster and starts smearing jam on. ]

It's been a little while, you lot. Or, well, guess I saw most of you on the train home. But now there's new folks and old folks coming back and the like. Par for the beginning of the month, or whatever frame of time it is they use here.

[ now starting in on the second and a thoughtful look crosses over his features. ] I would say this place gets less agonizing the longer I'm here, but I think I know better than to jynx it by now...

[ the kettle goes off, startling him into spinning too quick and knocking the toast off the counter - jam side down. ] Oh come on!

Bloody hell. Where was I? Oh, yeah.

Sober two days, you bunch of bastards. Hope you're happy.

[ the feed is about to go out but a few muffled words make it through as he's cleaning up the jam: ] How did hair get in this? Ugh. Crooks.

[ - and zamo. ]

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I haven't had any trouble with it. Seems pretty Earth-y to me.

Really? Maybe it's just me then.

Yeah, maybe it is.

Anyway. [ he shakes his head. ] If arrivals come every two weeks, and we get hit every three... May as well start breaking out the armor, shouldn't we?

We get hit every three?

[ He needs to think about this. ]

Seems that way. Or pretty damn close.

By what, exactly? Anything?

[ Hm ... ]

Well, yeah. The next thing. Whatever it happens to be.

It's pretty close to the timeline I'm already used to, actually.

And what's that?

Drink beer for a couple weeks, stop the world from ending, repeat. Then, of course, there's all that monster-of-the-week type stuff. But that goes without saying.

[ He laughs. ]

How tame. I do monster-of-the-day.

Tame, yeah. [ he laughs too, though it's a little bitter. ] Not like it's a competition or anything.

[ he doesn't particularly like the taste of mountain dew. at least, not from a golden goblet. he'd be just as happy to skip this whole rivalry part, this time.

except he can't help himself!! ] I'm what's called a champion on my world, mate. I may not have a shiny blue box but I do have my own spaceship, you know. Well, escape-pod-turned-humble-abode. Save the innocent, help the hopeless, that's my shtick.

[ thank god angel wasn't here. ]