Spike wins. He now has enough kittens to start a shelter for wayward and abandoned kitties. And if that's the next step in the schmoopification of Spike, I swear to God right now that I will claw my own eyes out with a fondue fork. One of the demons accuses Spike of cheating as he gathers up his kitten loot. The demons take a more threatening tone with Spike. Spike reminds them that if they're looking for a fight, they'll have to take down both Buffy and Spike. Wait. Do they know Buffy's the Slayer? Otherwise, that's not much of a threat. "Mess with me and I will sic my animate dancing skeleton on you! Mua ha ha ha ha!" The issue never comes to a head as Buffy exclaims, "What? I'm not getting into a bar fight." She gets up to take off, but not before freeing all of the portable blood units. Spike follows her in a huff. He wants to know what's the matter with her, which I think can be summed up in one sentence: "The only person I can even stand to be around is a neutered vampire who cheats at kitten poker." She storms off.
Outside, Buffy has stopped in the middle of the street. She's staring at the Legion of Dim's van. Buffy puts two and two together. Back in the van, the Bond brouhaha is becoming quite heated. A small fight breaks out between Warren and Andrew. Jonathan points out that Buffy is headed their way. Warren directs Jonathan to "grab [his] magic bone," and the trio collapses into giggles.
As Buffy gets closer to the van, a red, large-horned, filmy-winged demon emerges. He tells her that he has been testing her, and now he knows her weaknesses. Buffy the Boozehound tries to punch him, but her perception is off, and she misses. She then attempts to kick him, and that connects, but just barely. She falls to the ground, and Spike, who has been standing in the background doing his taxes or something, rushes to her aid. She crossly pushes him off, and then Jonathan "calls on a misty portal to [his] demon dimension," throws a smoke bomb down, and runs away.
Jonathan limps up to the Legion of Doom van and transforms back to himself. He climbs in the back, moaning in pain. Andrew drools, "The Slayer touched you." "Yeah, it was sexy the way she touched me real hard with her fists," deadpans Jonathan. Heh. Warren is pleased with what they've accomplished and proclaims that they're going to "really become a threat to her." What? Between them they can control time, build an army of robots who can fight nearly as effectively as the Slayer herself, and make everyone think that they're super-cool. What more do they need? If I could do any of those things, I would be a threat to each and every thing on this entire planet. And if Buffy is the only thing that's stopping them from taking over Sunnydale, why don't they just move two towns over to wherever Warren was going to ITT Tech and conspire to dominate that town? Trust me. One crappy little backwater California 'burb is the same as any other.