Wesley the Wheeled One rolls around his apartment. Y'know, I may call him "Wesley the Wheeled One" from now on. Even when he's not in the wheelchair anymore. I'm a sucker for alliteration. As he moves past the camera, we can see a window behind him, and the back of a Skilosh's head. The third eye peeks in. As Wesley rolls past the door, he hears odd noises outside. They become pounding noises, and Wesley turns around in time to see the Skilosh from his window ducking toward the front door. Wesley goes to his closet, has trouble getting the door open, and finally gets inside. His rifle is up on the top shelf, and since he can't stand up, he resorts to flailing about with a broom to knock the rifle down. Kids, don't try this at home. He finally gets the gun, then repeats the process with a box of shells. He gets the gun loaded and then, the moment you were all waiting for: Wesley comes out of the closet. He looks around at all of the doors, the rifle braced against his shoulder. Since Wesley has shown talent as a marksman, I'll reluctantly accept the fact that he might be able to hit something without actually sighting down the barrel. Or maybe the shells are buckshot, and he'll hit everything nearby.
Suddenly, the door behind Wesley bursts open, and Wesley turns to see Angel. Trust Wesley to keep his back to the primary entrance. Angel desperately shouts, "Invite me in! I've never been here before, Wesley!" Wesley takes the time to snark, "Well. Perhaps if you'd shown a bit of interest..." Angel draws Wesley's attention to the Skilosh who chooses that moment to crash in through the window. Wesley shouts, "Yes! No! Absolutely! I invite you in! In, I invite you!" Angel rushes in and starts fighting as he asks what kind of demon it is. Wesley babbles that it's a Skilosh, and Angel spins Wesley around to face him and demands, "How do I kill him?" Wesley says there are a number of ways, and the Skilosh starts banging Angel into a wall. Angel isn't in the mood for options, and as another Skilosh suddenly grabs Wesley's throat, Wesley shouts, "Hack it to pieces!" Angel grabs an axe that's hanging on the wall and follows instructions. The Skilosh attacking Wesley is knocked away by a blow to the head, and lands behind a couch so that Angel can hack away without too much gore. There is a nice spray of greenish goo that splatters against the wall, though. Yuck. As the other Skilosh leaps at Wesley, he fires the rifle. More splattering goo, this time landing all over Wesley's face. Bits of plaster falls down from the ceiling, and Wesley looks up and says, "I can only pray Mrs. Starns wasn't at home." Angel and Wesley look at each other and have a quick moment of male-bonding-through-killing-things. Then Wesley looks away and sternly asks, "What are you doing here?"