The library. Evil Willow turns Willow around and looks her up and down, particularly noticing her pink sweater.
Evil Willow: (appraisingly) Well, look at me. (doubtfully) I'm all fuzzy.
Willow: What do I want with you? (catches herself) Uh...
Evil Willow: (grimly) Your little school friend Anya said that you're the one that brought me here. She said that you could get me back to my world.
Willow: Oh. (gets it) Oh! Oops!
Evil Willow: But I don't know... (smiles wickedly) I kinda *like* the idea of the two of us.
She turns Willow around again, caressing her shoulders.
Evil Willow: We could be quite a team, (meaningfully) if you came around to *my* way of thinking.
Willow: (uncertainly) Would that mean we have to snuggle?
Evil Willow brushes Willow's hair away from her neck.
Evil Willow: (coaxing) What do you say?
She gives Willow's neck an eager, lengthy lick. Willow shudders with loathing and grimaces at the feeling.
Evil Willow: (enticingly) Wanna be bad?
Willow: (completely unnerved) This just can't get more disturbing.
Since she's mentioned it, guess it's ok if I do. . . Dawn Olsen has asked me for an interview. I have assured her that I'm quite boring, and it would be more interesting to spend the time feeding her goldfish.
And I'm not even sure she has goldfish.
If you're very, very silly.