Sep: "I don't know what to do about this episode. Fun to watch, but the thought of recapping it fills me with ennui."
Ace: "Maybe you could make fun of Larry claiming that Freddy isn't gay. I mean, look at him. You could make a chart! 'Gay or Eurotrash?'"
Sep: "Or an equation. Y'know, 'Inordinate amount of attention to clothing plus copious amount of gel in well-coiffed hair minus European citizenship equals Gay'! It's like a proof! If a and b but not c then Gay."
Ace: "Because, if you recall, you're so good with math."
Sep: "But it's comedy math. That's not hard. Comedy math is comedy gold. Look! I just turned math into gold. And that's alchemy."
Ace: "I know I say this a lot, but you are really, really odd. You should get that checked out."
Oz tries the door to the school paper's office. It's locked, and as he peeps in the window, Freddy comes around the corner, spots Oz, and scampers away.
In the library, Xander, Cordy, Oz, and Willow compare notes. The only person they have been unable to locate is Freddy Iverson. "We can't figure out if it's him without the worksheet, right?" morons Cordy, and Xander points to the title of that day's editorial, "Big game draws mindless, brain-dead mob," as evidence that Freddy is a nutcase. ["I was pretty much Freddy in high school. Um, not in a gay or Eurotrash way, but in a 'hatred of my fellow students' way. I'll leave you to judge whether or not I'm a nutcase." -- Ace]
Buffy is still in bed, whimpering. Joyce stands in the doorway to Buffy's room, telling Giles that she's afraid she's hurting Buffy by being nearby. Giles assures her that Buffy "can't pick one thought out of the din." There's frantic knocking downstairs, and Wes open the front door to admit Angel, under a smoking blanket. Angel holds up a glass flask containing a blue, chunky glowing substance. Upstairs, Angel lifts Buffy up and -- boy, does she have bed-head! I mean, really convincing, flat, matted-spot-on-the-back-of-her-skull bed-head. That's so nice to see after the icily styled perfection of season five. Angel supports Buffy's head and tips some of the blue liquid into her mouth. She gags and spits, which is yuck, but hey, I wouldn't want to drink glow-stick innards either. Angel lowers Buffy back against the pillows and kisses her forehead. She seems to be resting quietly, but then starts writhing and shrieking. Angel holds her down and calls for Giles.