Harmony: Somebody remembered to pick me up the sweetest unicorn. Guess someone was feeling guilty for standing me up in tenth grade. Brad: What? Had to get her something. She sired me. Peaches: Sire-whipped.
'Beneath You'
The Minearverse 2: Getting his words out.
"There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel, this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.