Later, at Sunnydale High. Stealth-bitch Buffy walks into Principal Wood's office and shuts the door behind her. She looks through a few folders on his desk and then asks herself, "Now if I were a sign of being evil, where would I be?" Take a look into your selfish, shriveled, black heart, Buffy. She looks around the room and spots a large cupboard. Just as she's about to open it, Wood walks into the room. It being his office and all. Buffy pretends she was looking for office supplies, and Wood points out that the supply cabinet is in the outer office. Mmmmm, office supplies. We have a supply cupboard at my work, but I actually buy most of my supplies out of my own pocket so I can have all the purple stickie notes, black glitter pens, metallic push-pins, and colored paper clips I so desperately need to get through each tedious day. I even found colored staples at the Container Store last fall! And…um. That's probably enough revealing, geeky details about me. Buffy's about to leave and Wood smoothly asks her, "What are you doing tonight?" Buffy claims she'll be preparing for tomorrow's work, and Wood says, "No, really." Hee. He wants to take her out to dinner and then giggles nervously as he tries to make it clear that the invitation is not some sort of sexual harassment "do this to keep your job" thing. Buffy says she'd be happy accept, and walks out. He closes the door behind her and then reaches into the inside pocket of his suit. He draws out a dagger wrapped in a handkerchief and stained with fresh blood.. An electric piano plinks the theme "What Is Up With Principal Wood?" as he wipes off the dagger (heh, I totally expected him to lick it) and opens the cupboard Buffy almost opened earlier. Behind the cupboard doors is an innocuous whiteboard. However, that rolls upward to reveal an impressive weapon collection, hung on pins against a red background. We all knew Wood would have an impressive weapon…collection, didn't we? He hangs the dagger in its place. The electric violin of "No, Really. What's Up With Wood?" screeches us into commercials.