Bad Eggs

Xander: You know, I don't need this.
Cordelia: Yeah, like a hole in the head. Xander: Then teach it that dreidel song. Buffy: I killed my Giga pet. Buffy: Did I ask for back seat mommying. Giles: I suppose there is a sort of Machiavellian ingenuity to your transgression. Buffy: My egg, it went postal on me.
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