If I kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.

So, no more running. I aim to misbehave.

How do you know your Colossus is the genuine article in the first place? I read his mind. I matched his DNA. I smelled him. I also did that.

Sadly, I hate foreigners. And Americans. And animals. And flora, and some fauna. Also the magma that is the very core of this our mother earth. I'm full o' hate!

In other news, it's been far too long since I gloated massively about the fact that I know what's going to happen on Buffy and you all don't.

You either believe women are people or you don't. It's that simple.

I've become less cynical, which is appalling but kind of cool.