Just call me Spike. I've been around the world and somehow I ended up in this hole ... again. California? Bloody kidding me! "Have a nice day! Surf's up, dude! Like, ohmygawd!" ... bloody pathetic. Half the bumpy-forehead crowd around here try to act like they're sodding Lestat or some such. These wankers wouldn't know a real vampire if he bit 'em on the arse. Not even worth my time. Tell you what, though. I kind of acquired a taste for Slayers ... killing 'em's sort of my specialty. *grin* And someone opened the all-you-can-eat smorgasbord. Dinner time ...