Repercussions

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“Bloody hell,” Giles roared.

Xander dropped to the floor and rolled out of the way as Giles stormed forward with an axe. “A little help?” he yelped in the general direction of his best friend.

“Got any suggestions?” Willow yelped in return, scattering to the other side of the library.

“You’re a witch,” Xander prompted, “do something!”

“Oh, sure,” Willow huffed as she dodged a spark of electricity, “every other day of the week it’s ‘Willow, be careful,’ and ‘Willow, are you sure you should be doing that?’ but the moment we get a possessed appliance it’s ‘Willow, fry the thing!’”

Oz frowned slightly at the machine-formerly-known-as-computer, then made his discreet way to Giles’ office. A moment later, he was back, there was a slight, unheard sound, and then the library was treated to the sight and sound of a relatively modern PC screaming and thrashing as it portrayed a living torch. Oz observed the situation thoughtfully for another moment before disappearing again, and returning with a fire extinguisher which he eventually used on the now motionless machine.

Silence fell on the library as the group stared at the mess of a check-out desk. Finally, Giles stirred, and focussed on Oz. “Tell me that wasn’t the Glen Fiddich!”

Oz glanced back to Giles’ office, then back to the man. He shrugged. “Oops.”

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Over now. Seriously.