[Though Spike just kind of teeters over the edge for a moment, he eventually lifts his hand to gesture to Vici— oh, oh, no, he's flipping Vicious the bird, is what he's doing.
He sits back on his knees, then, looking up at the sky, and taking in a deep breath.]
God, I wish I was dead.
[He's not that lucky, however.]
This isn't you? You're not connected to this at all?
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He sits back on his knees, then, looking up at the sky, and taking in a deep breath.]
God, I wish I was dead.
[He's not that lucky, however.]
This isn't you? You're not connected to this at all?