"No," Gee says, simply.
"Well, that's kind of a hidden blessing. You see, those aren't your average candy bars."
"Out with it," Gee says, "Were they poisoned? Laced with something? I need to know, Mr. Harris."
"Mr. Harris is my father. I'm nothing like Mr. Harris...we're thinking magically delicious, but without the yellow moons and green clovers? You know? The commercial? Well, somebody had better things to do than watch TV on Saturday morning. Anyway, there's something in 'em that makes adults sixteen."
"Sixteen?" Oh, God, Munch at sixteen. This could only lead to letterbombs and pregnant librarians....dead conservatives as far as the eye could see, and that was just *one*. Gee crossed himself.
"Yeah, that's why me and the rest of the Sc...my friends are going to track down your people, cause even I have to admit sixteen year olds with guns can only lead to badness, even if we are all kinds of mature in other fun and exciting ways. Most of which I've never experienced."
"Let me send a team with you," Gee said. "The guys at SWAT are probably too pazzo to care about the chocolate anyway. You don't know what's been unleashed."
"No disrespect," Xander said, "But hear how comforting that's not? We already have a perfect team. Of course, one of them is probably mainlining darkest magic right now, but you wanna make a magic omelet? You gotta break some demon eggs."
What a strange young man. But he had a resolve that would not be tampered with. "OK, have it your way. But call me if you need anything. Nobody puts a mojo on my people and gets away with it."

Five minutes without shepherding Bayliss through Existential Crisis 417, being a peer to Stanley, listening to Munch's Bitch of The Week. And Pembleton, by himself, is a whole other crop of agita

Whee! You give good Gee, girl. I snerked mightily throughout this whole paragraph.

Oh, God, Munch at sixteen. This could only lead to letterbombs and pregnant librarians....dead conservatives as far as the eye could see, and that was just *one*.

BWAH!

even I have to admit sixteen year olds with guns can only lead to badness, even if we are all kinds of mature in other fun and exciting ways. Most of which I've never experienced.

Perfect Xander. I really wish this had been filmed as a Very Special Crossover episode.

Nobody puts a mojo on my people and gets away with it.

Again, it's wonderful to see Gee, in all his larger-than-lifeness.

Thanks...I was worried about him. Glad it turned out. I thought maybe I was ODing on the Sicilianness, but he really doesn't speak like the others. I would have liked to see this on TV too, Anne.

"Sixteen?" Oh, God, Munch at sixteen. This could only lead to letterbombs and pregnant librarians....dead conservatives as far as the eye could see, and that was just *one*.

BWAHAHAHAHA! (choking on breakfast cereal)

I loves me some Munchkin. I loves me some Gee. How do you not love a half-black, half-Italian Homicide Squad lieutenant played by Yaphet Kotto?

Can we look forward to 16-year-old Munch meeting 16-year-old Ripper?

How do you not love a half-black, half-Italian Homicide Squad lieutenant played by Yaphet Kotto?

I am so, so glad the the producers were smart enough to go with that bit of casting. So glad.

The one H:LotS character I've had the easiest time writing is Lewis, oddly enough.

I haven't tried writing H:LOTS. I'm thinking, weirdly enough, that the voice I'd have the least trouble with is Kellerman.

I haven't written H:LotS fic as such. All I've done is have a few of the characters make cameo appearances. I think that I'd have a hard time maintaining the feel of the show throughout an entire fic.

Yeah, Gee, like almost everybody in the early seasons, is The Shit.And, dude, they do fantasy on LOTS, Stanley had a 26 yo panting for him cause of his bowing, yeah? Science fiction. (No offense Bolander...love ya, Big Man, anybody else think Clarence Clemmons? But, dude...right.(/cynical about love) Anne, I decided I couldn't write Meldrick, not that I don't love him too. Sixteen yo Ripper and 16 yo Munch....probably. Do you think I can pull together that much: -tude
-sexual jealousy
-lefty posturing
Don't answer that! And, as for the tone, it's the tone I've been waiting for....it's like it's my tone.As frightening as this is to the little part that wants kids, dogs and little corporate outfits, that is.

you wanna make a magic omelet? You gotta break some demon eggs."

*snerk*

Let me echo the perfect (almost typed pervect, heh) Xanderness of this phrase...

cause even I have to admit sixteen year olds with guns can only lead to badness, even if we are all kinds of mature in other fun and exciting ways. Most of which I've never experienced."