video } regrets I've had a few but then again too few to mention

[bigbad]

[Canny viewers might recognize the room Spike's sitting in as the office of Angel's Investigation. Spike is, in fact, sitting on a desk, boots banging against the side as he smirks into the cameras.]

Hey, mates. Thought I ought to let you know that Angel's Investigation is under new management. [He jabs a thumb towards himself.] Sure, Angel's all right as a leader, but some people want a bit more brains and a bit less forehead, know what I mean?

[Has anyone agreed to this change in staff? No. Does anyone from Angel's team even know he's here, in Wonderland? Absolutely not. Is that going to stop Spike? Not for a second. It'll make Angel mad, and that's hilarious.]

So come on over for all your mystery solving needs. We take beer and smokes as payment. One thing's sure: with me in charge it'll be a lot more fun getting your mysteries solved. Cheers!

[He salutes and disconnects.]

Comments

[bigbad]

Both, probably. How old are you? Bloody hell, the Sex Pistols weren't even that long ago.

[interpersonal]

Y'know, that question is more complicated than you likely want it to be. Nobody ages in Wonderland. It doesn't matter how long you've been here. So I guess the question is, would you count that time anyway? [ not to mention the times one is sent home for longer stretches of time. ]

[bigbad]

Depends. Could you have listened to music in that time?

[interpersonal]

... Yes. [ realization dawns across her features, and she answers almost slowly. ] I'm closer to twenty than nineteen.

[ somehow. when she hasn't even graduated. ]

[bigbad]

Definitely a kid. That mean you've been here less than a year and you're acting like that makes such a big difference?