Angel strode into the CEO’s office, immaculate in an Armani suit, followed by Spike in a T-shirt bearing the legend ‘I’m With Asshole’.
Wesley paled. “Dear God,” he exclaimed.
“What is it?” Angel asked.
“Can it be?” Wesley muttered. He opened the magical reference volume. “Shanshu Prophecy,” he ordered, and read the passage, his brow furrowing deeper the more he read.
“What is it, Wesley?” Angel demanded.
“All this time I’ve been working under a misapprehension,” Wesley confessed. “I made an error in translation. The Shanshu prophecy doesn’t say, ‘the vampire with a soul’; it says ‘the vampire with asshole’.”