OCTOBER 15TH, 2001

SOMEWHERE NORTH OF SUNNYDALE

The remaining biker demons saw Xander throw a lighter outside the tavern. An explosion followed.

"Your choppers."

Spike strode in next, having taken a more personal touch.

"Those fire trucks?.Your rat-hole."

Willow scattered ashes at their feet, grinning a bit too much for even Spike.

"Your Un-PC b-word significant others, and their hellspawns."

Buffy emerged from the other side of the tavern, biker-demon heads falling ahead of her. With a battle-axe in hand, she pointed.

"Cross Sunnydale off your map. Or next time we start by making biker demon capon'. Wanna hear the recipe?"

No one chose to.