Wesley asks if the Yuckyball is part of a spell, and the Yuckmeister explains that it's doing "blood magic, flesh magic, older than words" to remind Jasmine who loved her first. It adds that Jasmine doesn't care about "word-magic," and says, "There only one word she --" It stops suddenly, and turns to click at Wesley. Wesley -- who is such a tremendous idiot that I can't even believe it -- decides to let Yuckmeister know that it's said too much, instead of acting like he didn't notice the slip. This behavior may get him killed, which should explain why I haven't said, "Shut up, Wesley." He asks what word Jasmine cares about. Yuckmeister reminds him, "You is talky meat. Don't make me come down there!" and busily resumes work. As it pokes a claw into a body, the body suddenly jerks up so we can see it's a vampire. The vamp whines, "What is it with you, man? This is disgusting!" Hee. The vamp begs Yuckmeister to "drop the cliché serial-killer act" and stake him. Yuckmeister, confused, asks, "I tear your guts all inside out. I stitch your guts every all over. Why don't you go dead?" The vampire starts to make a rude suggestion, and Yuckmeister reaches into his mouth. After a quick shriek from the vamp, Yuckmeister turns to Wesley and observes, "More talky meat," before throwing the vamp's tongue onto the floor. Jeeeeeeesus. Are they allowed to do this? Wesley tries to explain that vampires aren't really the correct building material for this project. Yuckmeister asks if the vamp is "like the one with the angry steel?" Wesley explains that the vampire who attacked it is named Angel. Yuckmeister grumbles, "That's why you are so weak; too many are knowing your names! Takes your power away." Wesley starts to go into some cocktail-party chatter about how names don't give them power, and then has an important insight. Which, once again, he decides to share, so that Yuckmeister will try to kill him, because he is an imbecile. Wesley guesses that Jasmine's name is the word that she cares about. Yuckmeister hisses, "Shut," but continues to ignore my advice on how to keep his prey quiet. As Wesley goes on being stupid, Yuckmeister leaps down and shoves Wesley against a wall, shouting, "Shut, shut, shut!" Sing it, brother.