Belmont seeing that the innocent Sasheer is in emminent danger, approaches -mere-. He takes out his crucifix and points it at -mere-. Nothing. belmont thinks, "what in the world could -mere- be?"

She laughs and swats the crucifix out of belmont's hand. He quickly leaps back and point his crossbow directly at -mere-'s heart. She releases Sasheer and raises an eyebow. She says,

"You know she's evil and must be eliminated."

"Yes, but not this way not here. Not now."

"So be it."

TV James hears a commotion and sees another -Mere- fall to the floor and Belmont laughing evily. Oddly, they are both translucent.

TV James shouts out to Belmont. "You're in a time warp again! Snap out of it."

Belmont turns and looks in J's direction and shakes his head. He fades in and out. He begins really concentrating and there's a popping noise and he stops being see through.

He shakes his head again.

"So I didn't just kill -mere-? Man, that was wierd."

"No worries, things are a little wierd this morning, Jeff and I were just confusing Sasheer with greengirl. Things should be back to normal now."

-mere- begins to stir.

Belmont thanks TV James for snapping him out of the time warp. belmont goes over to the jukebox and pulls out a 9mm. He shoots the jukebox killing the CD that has the song "Time Warp".

"Take that you nasty heathen music from the 2nd pit of Dante's inferno."

Returning the Jar-O-RD to Oy the 4 @$$ed dingo's guardianship, Rakshasa turns and says, "Guard it well, old friend, and remember, only chew off the hands and maybe the arms. Don't go for the torsos. I don't want you to spoil your supper."

Rakshasa leaps into the crowd and forces his way past the Bronze bouncers, and, with a flick of his now extended index talon, slices the ropes which bind -mere- to the chair. "The floor is your's again, blood sister." Rakshasa says as he stands aside to let -mere- do that voodoo that she do so well.

-mere- picks Sasheer up and tosses her over her shoulder [those prounouns would be "Sasheer" and "-mere-'s", respectively. damn grammar.]. feeling a little woozy from the tranq dart that TV Jim Bob apparently thought would stop her (foolish mortal) (not to be confused with foolish IMMORTAL, of course).

"All right, cookie," -mere- breathes, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tightening her grip on Sasheer. beginning to walk towards the kitchen, she smiles coolly.

"Let's see if deadguy's left us a treat..."

Around the back of the building, greengirl enters the Bronze Photomat...Willy the snitch and sometimes photomat guy is standing there...

"You're gonna tell me what i want to know, right?" greengirl says in her raspy voice...

Willy looks scared..."She's the Vice president," he pleads, "Besides, she's pull out my intestines and eat them for dinner if i told you anything..."

Greengirl just smiles..."That wasn't the answer i was looking for..." she adds then leaps on the poor man...

Pulling the David in a speedo picture out from her back pocket, she shows it to Willy...

"I want the original of this..as well as any other photos -mere- has had doctored...NOW!!"

Putting Willy in a half-nelson, he whimpers.."just kill me, cause if i do that, she will anyway..."

"Oh, i think that could be arranged," greengirl chuckles as she prepares to break his neck Angelus-style

"Wait!!" Willy cries..."I think i can help you"

The clouds rumble and lightning strikes. Through the smoke and fire steps the IMMORTAL. "The one called -mere- have you envoked my name in ridicule?"

-mere-, toting Sasheer towards the kitchen, suddenly freezes. cocking her head to the side, her eyes narrow, and her fists clench. her dru-ish ESP (not to be confused with her jewish ESP, which just tells her when to eat matzoh), tells her that Willy the Snitch is about to spill the beans about the photo-doctoring.

"Willy, you slime-sucking bottom-dweller," -mere- mutters, swinging Sasheer around and throwing her in the freezer.

"HELLLLLPPP MEEE--"

-mere- locks the door and rolls up the sleeves of her dress. now you KNOW she's ticked, 'cause that dress cost a fortune, and that there sleeve-rolling is just wrinklage waiting to happen.

As -mere- prepares to steal belmont's remote control thingie in order to beam over to the photomat and rip out Willy's intestines, deadguy suddenly bursts into the kitchen, panting.

Which is kind of gross, considering lung parts are going everywhere.

Putting a hand up to her face, -mere- grimaces and asks, "did you get it, deadguy? did you?"

Deadguy is as close to insane as -mere-'s ever seen him, which, on a scale of 1 to 10, is friggin' nuts.

"Uh-huh," he giggles. "uh-huh. yup. yup."

Greengirl gets what she needs from Willy and just as she's leaving, feels the Psychic -mere- vibes...

"OOOO..you are so dead, Willy" gg laughs on her way out the door...

Looking over the orignal pictures Willy has provided her with, greengirl can't help but chuckle...

"-Mere- my dear, didn't your mother ever teach you not to do that..let alone allow your self to be photographed while in the act..." greengirl wonders allowed...

Just one more stop...greengirl thinks..then i'm off to fight -mere-...in the showdown of death.

Unearthly, going unnoticed in all the confusion, runs out from behind the bar and heads for the kitchen. She opens the freezer to find a shivering Sasheer. "Are you alright?" she asks. " You need to get out of here quick while -mere's- distracted. Run, hurry!

A rhythmic, metallic thumping comes from inside the freezer.

"HEEEELLLLLPPPP MEEEEEEE!"

-Mere- has thrown Unearthly into the freezer along with Sasheer. no one frees my hostages, thinks -mere-.

-Mere- follows deadguy to the back room, where, looking left and then right very quickly, he whips open the door for -mere-'s inspection.

Her eyes grow large as tennis balls [think about it--that's pretty big] and she can barely contain her glee. she claps a hand over her mouth and jumps up and down, reaching over to hug deadguy. as she pulls him close, he pushes her off and slams the door.

"What?" -mere- looks at him, hurt. "what is it, sweetness?"

"I love you, -mere-," sighs deadguy. "you know i do. but after this, don't ever expect me to do you another favor. ever."

-Mere-'s brow creases. "but, deadguy--"

"I have to go amputate my head now," deadguy says abruptly, and leaves the kitchen.

-Mere- stares after him. this is going to be big, she thinks. it better be worth it.

Sasheer steps out of the freezer, shivering. "I HATE the cold! That's why I moved to L.A." Then seeing Joss enter the Bronze, Sasheer grabs for him then slowly turns to -mere-.

"So what will it be -mere-? Your sweetheart RD or your Yoda Joss?

After having retrieved her secret weapon from her hous, greengirl makes her way back to the bronze...just as she's about ot enter, see notices deadguy leaving, head in his arms...

"Uh-oh" gg mutters, "This can't be a good sign."

Pulling the original picture of David in a speedo out of her pocket, greengirl stares at it...

"I knew he didn't want her," gg says, loving looking at the 'greengirl, will you marry me' sign he's really holding

Stealing up her courage, gg prepares to enter the Bronze..."Soon my sweet David, soo..we will be together forever"

Unearthly paces frantically. "Ok great. So now where both stuck in a freezer." Sasheer looks up. " Any ideas? And what happened to your bodyguard? Big help he was. Now he's gone and we have one brassed off psycho-chick on our hands. Is she gonna leave us in here to freeze to death? I know she's planning something unthinkable. Do you think it will hurt? Sasheer looks up again. "If you don't shut up, I'll kill you myself." Unearthly huddles in a corner...

Sasheer smiles at Unearthly huddling in the corner. "I have one idea." Sasheer pulls Joss out from behind her. "Jeff may have left us. . .but he left us with Joss. -mere- won't dare harm us as long as we have her dear sweet Yoda.. ...hhmm now where is greengirl?"

Noticing that the bronze is awfully quiet, greengirl gets scared...-mere-'s lying in wait, somewhere in there...she thinks

Poking her head slowly inside the door, greengirl looks around...everything looks normal...no sign of -mere-...of course, there's no sign of sasheer either...

"Psst..." greengirl whispers to no one in particular..

Closet Buffyholic looks up tentatively...

"Seen Sasheer?" greengirl questions.

Closet doesn't speak, but nods toward the kitchen...

"Thanx" gg says, "I won't tell her you helped me."

Closet smiles a thank you...

Gg tip-toes across the Bronze toward the kitchen...yet, something seems, less than right here...

-Mere- watches the retreating figure of deadguy, off to go amputate his own head.

Second time this month, muses -mere-. he must be having "issues".

Turning back to the door behind which lies her instrument of vengeance, -mere- lays her palms flat on the surface and presses her cheek to the warm wood. "won't be long now, love," -mere- whispers to the Jar O'RD.

Which you know, in itself, is kind of weird, considering the jar is in the other room, being protected by a four-assed dingo named Oy.

"Rakshasa!" -mere- calls. "i need your help! and bring my beloved dustbunny with you!"

Rakshasa enters the kitchen, carrying the jar of ashes, and trailed by the four-assed Oy.

"You're my PR agent, right, Rak?"

"Yes, Madame VP."

"And you're also my blood brother in the traditional Rakshasian sense of the term, right?"

"Yes, sister."

"So you'd basically do ANYTHING for me, considering it affects both your career AND your honor, which, in the world of politics isn't always the case, considering the lax morality, sex scandals, and unconscionable ethics often associated with Washington, D.C., right?"

"Uh, what was the question?"

"You. give. life. for. me. yes. no."

"Yes."

"Very well, then." -mere- takes a deep breath and presses her back against the door. she licks her lips, smiles, and says, "go get greengirl's photos. and while you're at it, burn all the evidence of Willy's 23-Hour Photomat, including Willy."

Rakshasa grimaces. "murder? you want me to--"

"Hey, whoa there buddy! i never said that. i said burn him. rope burn is good. and carpet burn, too. ooo. you ever had that? that really stings."

Rumbling is heard... A grandfather clock appears in the middle of the Bronze... ~sara~ steps out (who were you expecting? KMFRYE!?). She pulls a silver circular disk out of his pocket and presses it. The clock disappears. She walks over to a corner booth and sits.

Belmont walks over to the EVIL greengirl. He taps her on the shoulder. She jumps a little startled at the fact that someone caught her looking into the freezer.

"You wanna go in there?" he asks, instigating gg's evility.

Belmont smirks.

Having dispatched her loyal PR/bloodbrother off to destroy all photo-doctoring evidence, -mere- turns to the task at hand: preparing her weapon of mass destruction.

Inhaling deeply, she opens the door again, and surveys the figure before her. again, she nearly screams with delight.

"I love it," she breathes. "it reeks of death."

Closing the door behind her, she begins the ceremony.

Unearthly smiles at Joss being closely guarded by Sasheer. " Ok, so we have an ace in the hole. So lets get out of this freakin' freezer so we can play it!" Sasheer and Unearthly start pounding on the door. " We're in here, HEEELLPP! Someone let us out!"

Rakshasa nods to -mere-, commands Oy the 4 @$$ed dingo to stay and watch -mere-‘s back, then bolts from the kitchen. On his way out of the Bronze , he notices greengirl heading cautiously toward the kitchen. Rakshasa smiles a wicked little smile, and with a sinister glint in his eye, giggles to himself and flies out of the Bronze. Jumping into his Rakshasa Mobile, he zooms away toward Willy’s 23-hour photomat.

Later, outside the photomat, Rakshasa is fumbling through the trunk of his cool ride, mumbles to himself, "now where did I keep that flame thrower let’s see, ho ho’s, jumper cables, Oy’s latest issue of ‘PlayDingo’,. d@mnit, can’t find that damn flame thrower anywhere. Then, in a burst of inspiration, Rakshasa opens the igloo cooler with the newly purchased bottle of Gold Schlager (which he got for -mere-‘s initiation celebration), cracks it open, and takes a big mouth full of the elixir of life, but doesn’t swallow. Then, while the Schlager works on giving him some killer cinnamon scented breath, he reaches into his pocket, produces a Bronze matchbook, lights a match, holds it in front of his face, then proceeds to spray a blazing cloud of gold-flecked fire toward the photomat, incinerating the cheap, papermache structure. As he watches the photomat burn, he thinks to himself, "man, building codes just aren’t what they used to be here in Sunnydale.

Suddenly, Rakshasa catches some movement out of the corner of his eye. Leaping like a bullfrog, he pounces on Willy, pitifully trying to crawl his way to safety. Picking him up by the back of his shirt, Rakshasa tells him, "Sorry about this Willy, you know I don’t have anything against you personally, but this is business.

With that, Rakshasa grabs Willy’s arm, grips the forearm with both hands, then proceeds to rub the skin on Willy’s arm in clockwise/counter-clockwise motions. "How’s that Indian arm burn feel?" Rakshasa sneers with wicked glee. Willy shrieks in pain like a little girl. "What a wuss. Here, one more thing to remember me by." Rakshasa releases his arm, takes hold of Willy’ nipples (no sexual intention implied) and proceeds to give him a super Texas Titty Twister. "And that’s from -mere-!"

Rakshasa releases Willy and leaves him writhing on the ground, basking in the glow of his photo inferno.

"Now, back to the Bronze" Rakshasa exclaims as he hops back into his Rakshasa Mobile and zooms down the street.

Standing outside the kitchen door, greengirl hears Rak and -mere-...

Quick on her feet, gg jumps behind the door just as Rak comes out and stalks to the bronze doors...

As the kitchen door closes again...gg is lost in thought...'what is her secret weapon?' gg ponders...just then someone taps her on the shoulder..gg whirls around, startled...

"You really wanna go in there?" belmont questions.

"What do i look like? and idiot?" greengirl replies..."now..shhh!"

Belmont returns to his place at the bar...

Gg looks around at today's bronze patrons..."geez, no one to really...hey..is that Roxx...one of my bodyguards over there?" gg mutters.

Roxx waves and walks over to gg..."So, can i be of assistance?" Roxx asks

Gg takes out a packet of pictures and hands them to Roxx..."hold on to these for me..." she instructs

Roxx takes the pictures and prepares to put them away for safe keeping when gg grabs Roxx's arm...she reaches over and pulls out the picture of David in a speedo..."I'll just hang on to this one" she says

Roxx retreats back across the room, glad to help gg, but not too much, after all, who wants to have to fight the evil, insane -mere-?

Unearthly, realizing that no one is going to save them, draws on her latent super powers that only show up when she is about to become a popsicle. She grabs Joss from Sasheer and uses him as a battering ram to break down the freezer door. " Now this time you better really run for your life, cause ther will be no hiding when -mere- finds out what we did to her beloved Yoda." And with that the two leave Joss behaind and crawl out of the Bronze on their hands and knees.

Belmont returns to the bar and places his crossbow on the counter. He looks down at the safe behind the bar and remembers something sinister that is contained inside. Something so diabolical that it's presence made the Bronze tremble the first time. belmont crouches in from of the safe.

... to the left ... to the right ... to the left ... *click*

Belmont opens the safe and pulls out his ever trusty technologically advanced Remote Control 5k. The final version of the remote -mere- tried to take before.

Belmont smirks.

In the dark, a low voice echoes:

deepened stars as black as night scattered sparks from candlelight life from death seen as unjust beloved trapped in vampire's dust