"So tell me what you want, what you really really want," Xander declaimed, his hands clasped together earnestly. "I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want." He posed with one arm outstretched. "So tell me what you want, what you really really want." His voice grew hushed and serious. "I really really really want to zig-a-zig-ah."

Xander bowed as Buffy and Willow applauded.

"Well?" he asked.

Giles wasn't quite able to disguise his chuckle as a cough. "I don't care how dramatically you speak the words; I am never going to consider that nonsense to be poetry."

~end~