(Middle of S1 - The Master sits in his lair)

Master: (To Underling) Soon will come the appointing of the Anointed
One, and then will the Slayer....

(Spike walks in)

Spike: Sod that. I just sent your Annoying One to the Sunny part of Sunnydale, and...wait, you're pushing up daisies!

Master: Spike, you dare come here...errr, when we've never really met
onscreen?

(The two stare at each other; confused; Angelus walks in)

Angelus: What you two need is some real leadership. You want the Slayer to beg? You want the Slayer to plead? You want the Slayer to bleed?

(Gets knocked back by the Master-barrier)

Angelus: You want to take down that force-field?

Spike: What's this? He's not soulless for nearly ten eps yet!

Master: Are you prepared to at last show me respect, Angelus?

Angelus: I haven't even had the Darla flashback yet in AtS to show you disrespect in!

Master: Oh, yeah.

(Mayor walks in)

Mayor: Okay. You people are not looking like the youth of today.

Spike: Its still 1997, moron! You don't ascend just yet.

Mayor: Gosh darn that FX. Are they showing the eps out of order again?

Angelus: Wait. They were in the beginning of S5 last week, showed the S1 Marathon New Year's Day--and now they're showing S2? Oh, they are soo not getting away with this crap when I go syndie!

(Master gets up)

Master: Say, I know. This is the S3 AU where I rule the world!

Mayor: Where am I in that?

Master: You ran for the Senate.

Mayor: But that's so corrupt.

(Master is knocked back by Barrier)

Master: Hokay. No rulership.

(Adam walks in; Looks about)

Adam: I'm going to guess that you people don't have a DSL or Cable Modem available.

Master: Where are the others? If we're all here, then why aren't the others?

(Spike looks on in horror as a young man walks up to the Master's table)

Spike: The others aren't coming! FX has bolloxed up the eps worse than we could have possibly imagined!

Mayor: Not...him.

Angelus: If we're careful, he'll go back where he came from.

Adam: It precedes and often follows us. His presence is allowed for in chaos theory.

(The young man presents the befuddled Master with a document and a pen)

Master: What exactly am I signing?

Radar: Oh, its best you don't ask that, sir.

(Switch to 4077th MASH, 1952)

(Glory comes flying out of Post-Op, unconscious)

Glory: Why....me?

(Margaret Houlihan stands above her, fists clenched)

MH: Now, empty those bedpans!

(In the background, Trapper and Charles chuckle as the madness spreads...)

The End?