It'll save you.

You can't ask me to do this. Well, if it ain't my little buddy, Benny… Now we have time to make up for. Just because I finally found a real man. That means more work, right? Very slowly. Here's a poem. An old enemy, is seeking help. He wants it back. It doesn't say, spare me by any chance. Not if you don't take it all. And whatever has got us has still got hi… We got blood here. This can help Buffy. Man, looks like somebody had themselves…