Twilight: "Congratulations Spike.. you've just bought your way out of slav.. uhh.. forced employment.." Spike: "Wooh! Hoo!.. Err I mean, thanks Twilight!" Twilight: "According to the... employment... rules I'm supposed to grant you 'freedom' on recept of payment, I must however insist on 'non-disclosure' of anything you've seen here" Spike: "Heh! Ok Twilight. I won't tell anyone!" Twilight: "I know you won't Spike.. I know you won't..." [Shiff-unk] Twilight: "Uggh! Messy!... Spike clean this u... oh! yeah!... forgot...heh! Ah! Yes! Idea!"
[Later] Dash: "Does Spike look a little... off to you?" Twilight: "He... ah,... had a hair cut?" Dash: "Yeah that must be it! See ya Spikey!" Spike: "UhhHHhhhHH! Seeee yuhhh Duuush!..."
This makes me feel a bit physically ill... but I wouldn't have thought something like this would bother me after so long on the internet. Guess it's a sign of my unhealthy amount of caring invested in certain made-up characters.
Well, it doesn't help that I'm trying to imagine what being stabbed in the head would actually feel like...